#error sans x anomaly

[derangedanomaly]

NEW SHIP ALERT❗️❗️❗️

Me x Error 😍😍🙏🏻🙏🏻

I just KNOW he'd hate my ass 😭

MASTERLIST

[derangedanomaly]

(*O_O*)

Maybe .... ( ･ั﹏･ั)

You: (playing with dolls) oh Error I love you so much

(You) Error: oh i love you too babe lets kiss (smooch sfx)

Error: hello?

You:

Error:

You:

Error:

Error: (picks up Doll Error) babe why'd you stop kissing

You: :D

(Kissing sfx but with Error this time)

[juniemunie]

Found these old whiteboard drawings i made with my friends hehe

Anyways heres a not so memey one

[yun-shuten]

keepsies

surprise. i wrote something for this thing

You wish you had hands. Something for Error to touch even if you know full well by now that he would never let you touch him, or vice versa. It’s been so long since you knew him after all and even the way you are is pushing it. The fact you’re not a million scattered pixels is truly a miracle, given Error’s reputation and usual behaviour with SOULs like you.

Still, you dream. Your thoughts wander.

Respect the boundaries that exist but what if? Would he feel solid, if you had the senses for it? How would his glitches translate to your more broad senses? Would he lash out at you, or allow you the benefit of doubt? Surely he knew you long enough to allow even a brush?

But you don’t have the sense of touch. Not the right one anyway.

There is a solution though (there's more than one way to break free, you remember this) and your little self is further strung along by the idea’s allure. 

The current rules only exist because you were here. Anomalous being, abominations to those within this plane of existence. Bound to rules of the medium, but who says you were stuck to only one medium?

You drift a little further ahead, the pull of a potential change singing to you like a siren’s song. 

(where are you going?)

It’s right there, sitting so tantalizingly close yet so far away - an exit to this depressing situation you’ve put everyone in. A solution that sits nearly outside the box… But it’s not beyond your reach.

(wait)

You reach out, SOUL thrumming with longing for something better. A solution only you could present thanks to what you were. Maybe you could bring a better person to make this story better. Someone who wasn’t ‘you’ right now. Something new. Only one of you is allowed per setting and it’s clear that this ‘you’ isn’t working. You’re not what he wants or needs.

You are the Anomaly and Error hates-

(wait)

Yellowed tips enter your vision, followed by red phalanges, then black metacarpals. Each digit cupped around that fragile shape that holds you, until you are caged within the same hands you have seen break things over and over again. Your destination is obscured from view as those hands bring you down from your ascendance slowly. Gently. 

You follow the direction of his hands. Don’t touch him, you remember this as you carefully hover in the hollow space he carves out for you in the air with his hands. You don’t want to set off his fear.

The two thumbs above crack open and mismatched eyes gaze down upon your little SOUL. The snarl on his jaw isn’t present, instead replaced by a frown with a tightness you don’t remember seeing on him ever.

For a moment, neither of you move. Error’s Intent, usually a whirlwind of manic rage and glee, is unusually solemn. Quiet. Dare you say, gloomy. 

You're reading it wrong.

Your Intent hasn’t changed. Mostly, anyway. There is a shred of hope that blooms in your little pixel mass, a glow that aches for more. You would do anything for a favorite even if it meant giving them the silence they demanded.

“don’t…” Error breathes out, not a shred of the anger you know or the relief you predicted present in his tone. His sockets droop, and his hands draw you closer and closer until the Destroyer hunches around you like a cage.* “… don’t go.”

(he can’t find you if You leave)

[au-mashup-party]

⚠️—…-Xirustale —…-⚠️

Xirustale is an undertale au by

au-mashup-party (me) on the Tumblr app ONLY! If you wish to draw the story, feel free, but credit afterwards, please and thank you. with that being said, enjoy the story!

⚠️Warning!!!⚠️

This story may contain things that many might find disturbing, or just flat out messed up. Note: This story is not exactly written like other AU’s and is intentionally dark. Viewer discretion is advised… you have been warned.

Once upon a time, centuries and centuries ago, Empress Charla Corrupto gave birth to three sons. Their names were Xiro, Xelter, and Xirus. The Corrupto Family was known for being the wealthiest and possibly most powerful family in the multiverse, and have been for many generations. Especially Emperor Xavier Corrupto. The emperor was feared by everyone at the time, monsters, humans, nobody dared to suffer his unbearable wrath.

The boys were each named after a god of the Lost Era. With titles as important and sacred as those to their family, Emperor Xavier had huge expectations for his sons. Empress Charla was against training their children at such a young age, but the king insisted that this was for their own good. One day, Emperor Xavier discovered something special in one of his sons, Xirus had turned out to be an Omnipotent, which meant his power had no limits. That meant he could continue to grow in strength as he pleases with the endless potential that he had.

Discovering that one of his sons could possibly match up with the prophecy of a reincarnated Omnipotent God, he swore to make Xirus his number one heir into a powerful ruler.

Of course that came with a huge 360°, the fear of someday being overthrown by his own son. The full power that could intentionally be unlocked, the kid will be unstoppable, he would kill everyone that stood in his way. He would become the monster everyone feared in the legends.

The Omnipotent of Chaos.

Of course, that would be silly, Emperor Xaiver thought. What type of destruction could this child possibly cause? He wasn’t really THAT dangerous…right? Xiro never thought too much of his brother being an OP god, in fact, he found it kind of cool that his brother could be the man in the history books.

Xelter of course, had always been jealous of his brother Xirus. He didn’t find it cool or wasn’t in deep awe like everybody else on the Corrupto Spaceship were, he saw it as as a stupid cheat code to get stronger quicker, meanwhile, he had been training his entire childhood with little to no respect from anyone. He hated his brother with burning passion, if anyone was to be the next Empeor of the multiverse, it was to be HIM.

Xirus didn’t care, however, and loved the praise and attention he had received from the subordinates and the citizens. One day, however he snuck to his father’s room only to find a book of forbidden techniques, in which the emperor had been secretly using on his son to keep him in control of his mind.

The child didn’t think too much of the book and was about to turn and leave, until he found a note under his father’s pillow, evidence in which his father wanted to have him sealed away in the void for eternity. Xirus couldn’t believe it, after all this time, abiding by his father’s rules, his father was trying to get rid of him for good, simply for being stronger than him.

This made him livid, he also assumed that his mother was in on the plan as well, since he had always noticed she seemed a bit afraid of her children’s power in general. He had never felt so betrayed in his life. He took the book and began to look through it closely this time, finding techniques that were forbidden for a reason, he went through the list intrigued, a sadistic smile growing on his face. Eventually finding some techniques he found cool.

Blackhole Star: Instant Travel. Time: 1.5 seconds.

The Corruption Touch: A puppeteer technique, control anyone to your will with a single touch, or if they touch you by mistake. It works just as well on gods. The person who has been corrupted will lose every sense of themselves and will only follow your lead. Time: 3.9 seconds.

Boop: A odd name but a deadly technique. Can disintegrate anyone’s body from the inside and cause them to explode. Time: Instantly.

Ctrl Alt Delete: A genocide technique, can eradicate any mutiverse in sight, no matter which one it may be. Time: 5.4 seconds.

Otherworldly Transportation: Similar to the Blackhole Star technique, but allows you to visit the real world, different fandoms, etc. Time: Instantly.

Puppet Eyes: Simply able to control anyone just by looking at them and controlling them with your eyes. Time: No limit.

Omni Blasters (Unlimited): Technically Gaster Blasters, but you can summon as many as you like. Time: Instantly.

All of these incredible techniques, these beautiful creations crafted by the gods themselves. Xirus couldn’t help but wonder why his father was keeping this from him. But that didn’t really matter at this point. He trained himself every day to master each technique with ease. Within the next 100 years he would have his sweet revenge. He would show them all the real power of a God.

Timeskip to 100 years later

Xirus was crowned emperor and his father hosted a coronation to celebrate. Although his father forgotten about the book and what he had almost done all those years ago, Xirus was still not over it. In this current time he wasn’t ruling over just the outcodes, but the incodes to. And over the past 100 years, he had really grown to hate the mortals just as much as he hated his father.

He saw them as nothing but selfish, greedy, irredeemable weaklings who did nothing but killed each other and start wars simply because they knew they could. One day he had enough of watching the world go up in flames and decided to put an end to these worms by traveling to earth and causing a worldly genocide. Killing every monster, human, man, woman, child, it didn’t matter.

He had always been focused on bad apples and never bothered to acknowledge the good ones, some that could’ve potentially saved his outlook on the world. This broke him. He was starting to enjoy hearing the screams of the weak, the cries, the begs for mercy. But this was the last straw, the last bit of remorse in him dried up like a shriveled raisin. He became the monster everyone feared in the legends….

Empress Charla was the first to discover what her monster of a son had done with her universal sight seeing powers. She cried, realizing she failed her son. And now their family was forever broken. Before she can tell anyone else what he did, Xirus activated puppet eyes and had her kill two guards in such a gruesome manner. He feigned horror as soon as his father entered the room. Labeling his own mother as a traitor who’s gone psycho and needed to be stopped.

Xavier with genuine horror and disbelief on his face, was absolutely speechless. He was oblivious to the fact that she was under their son’s control. Xirus begin to put his plan into action and ordered the other guards who just entered to have his mother killed by morning as she couldn’t be “saved” anymore.

Of course they were hesitant because this was the empress who they have served for over a decade, then again, they weren’t here to question, they were here to follow orders. The next day she was killed in front of everyone in the empire. Xirus showed absolutely no empathy or remorse for his actions. Of course everyone else couldn’t believe what had just happened, the rumors of the empress killing two guards spread like wildfire. Some refused to believe that she could possibly do something so… horrific.

Xiro and Xelter had watched their mother die in cold blood and their brother was just smiling like this was some type of sick joke. Xelter didn’t wanna believe the rumors, but sadly, the weight was too much for him to bear. After that horrific day, nobody was allowed to speak of what happened, or else they would meet the same fate. So Xiro and Xelter were forced to keep it to themselves.

Eventually, everybody moved on. As if this was just a sick dream. However, the once mighty emperor Xavier would never forget what happened. In fact, the trauma was so hard to cope with, it ended up driving him to the brink of insanity. Xirus saw this as a moment of vulnerability, and decided to put him out of his misery.

“Poor father. You should’ve known that someday I would find out about you sealing me from existence completely. All because your pride couldn’t handle me being more powerful than you. Hm? You don’t know what I’m talking about? Heh, it seems old age finally caught up with you, you’ve been forgetting a lot of things lately. Well, in a couple more seconds it won’t matter anymore. You lost this game of war the moment you believed you ever had a chance of claiming victory.”

He ended his father right there and then. Soon after he knew his empire would start questioning where the previous emperor was and would start to get worried, so he took matters into his own hands by erasing everyone’s memories on the ship to believing his father never existed to begin with, as well as his mother.

He decided to leave the AU Xirustale behind him as it was no longer worth anything to him, his loyal soldiers following behind. This opened his eyes to endless possibilities. He had a whole world out there to explore now, but not just for bird watching. He wanted everyone to know the name which was Emperor Xirus Corrupto. With his growing empire, he manipulated millions of strong individuals into joining his forces. He was growing fast by the day, it was hard to tell how many soldiers he had working for him.

He convinced strong entities and anomalies such as himself to becoming allies with him. Such as: Error 404, King Mutiverse, Error, etc. He became unstoppable, he became what everybody feared in the legends of his AU, he became the monster his father feared he would be. He became the monster that would change his brother’s perspective on him in general. And finally, he became the monster known as-

THE OMNIPOTENT OF CHAOS!!!

The End: The Corrupto Family’s Story.

(the remake of this story took me so long ugh-)

[ut-museum-guide]

Comfort Fics to Soothe the Soul

_In no particular order

4 fics contain dark themes

5 fics contain smut (3 of 5 eventual)

12 fics are reader fics

5 fics are Sans x Sans

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1. Skeleton Games

By poetax (279k words)

Characters: Muffet, Red, Edge, Reader

Tags: Feuding neighbors, vampire reader

Note: None

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2. Doom and Gloom All Up in Your Room

by TrashCollector (95k)

Reader (room owner), Dust, Horror

Domestic harem

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3. A Sea of Hope

By Aylish91 (26k)

Reader (runaway skeleton), Axe (Horror)

Piratetale, Y/N x Axe

Note: abuse recovery

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4. Poor Little Meow Meow

By Mystique, TallDumbass (58k)

Reader (vet), Killer

Fluff and Angst, domestic, ship

Note: eventual occasional smut

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5. A Lovely House of Bones

By Green_Heart88 (37k)

@/greenheartart

Reader (host), Sans, Paps, Blue, Stretch, Edge, Red

Domestic living + recovery

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6. Six Skeletons, One Store Clerk

By mccloudydayz (249k)

Reader, Sans, Paps, Red, Edge, Stretch, Blue +

Harem, Domestic, multiverse shennanigans

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7. Aggre(g/v)ation

By Llama_Goddess (180k)

Reader, Sans, Red, Skull, later Mobfell Sans

Domestic, lots o’ shippin’

Note: Mobfell’s house onwards is intense

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8. On the Top of the Bone Pile

By Lyrjok (422k)

Reader (in band), Red, Edge, Blue, Stretch, Gaster Sans

Harem,

Note: eventual smut

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9. Dirty Laundry

By popatochisp (162k)

Swapfell Sans, Swapfell Papyrus, Reader

Domestic, romance

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10. Stowaway Bitty

By Historically Dragon (301k)

Bittybones (Brassberry), Reader (broke and making do)

Slice of life

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11. A Trio of Misfits

By Sabinarius (56k)

Bittybones (Baby Blue, Lil Bro), Reader

Slice of life, money troubles

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12. Smoke in the Mirror

By Catsitta (76k)

Mobfell Ensemble, Red, Sans

Sans x Sans

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13. The Killing Kind (Comic)

By @/thegrinningkitten

Geno-Error x Reaper, Sans x Sans

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14. Papyrus Dates a Bird

By WhatteauYouDoing (70k)

Reader (bird), Papyrus, Sans

Slice of life, magi

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15. That Danger that Lurks Underwater

By AKA_Indulgence (67k)

Sans (meroctopus), Red (mermaid), Edge (mermaid), Reader (human)

Toxic romance, Sans x Reader

Note: dark themes

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16. Saving Three Ex-cell-ent Skeletons

By RecklesslyCaffeinated (90k)

Reader, Sans, Red, Horror

Nurse x prison inmates, harem

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17. Who Done It?

By Catsitta (15k) complete

Mafia Sans, Mafia Red, Mafia Edge, Reader (barista)

Mafia!Kustard, mystery, Sans x Sans

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18. Cave Bear

By Llama_Goddess (35k)

Reader, Horrorfell Sans, Horrorfell Papyrus

Fall into underground, daily grind

Note: dark themes

Related one shot

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19. Just Buisness

Catsitta (37k)

Sans, Red

Single parent struggle, sugar daddy red

Sans x Sans (debatable)

Note: dark themes

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20. Burn Me Down

By Gypsum Lilac (22k)

Edge, Reader

Fast food domestic, mental health

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21. Storm

By Nilchance

Horror, Sticks (Farmtale Sans)

Hurt/comfort, Sans x Sans

Note: smut

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22. The Soldier and the Carnal Skeletons

By Writers_War_Zone (113k)

Sans, Horror, Blue, Reader (ex soldier)

Animal instincts, harem, kink

Note: smut

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23. Little Red

By Spectroscope (53k)

@/spectascopes

Human!SwapPaps, Human!SwapSans, OC bittybones

Bittybones, trauma recovery

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24. Firsts and Seconds

by Skerb (103k)

Sticks (Farmtale Sans), Bitey/Buddy (Horrortale Sans)

Injury recovery, strangers to lovers, Sans x Sans

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25. Starry Eyed

By nilchance (90k)

Sans, Red, Edge, Stretch, Gaster (AI)

Prison recovery, soulmates, pirates, outer space, Sans x Sans, Stretch x Edge, Red x Edge

Note: dark themes, occasional smut

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26. AVA

By Inyahs (356k)

Anomaly OC, bittybones oc, UTMV ensemble

~ Wise crack hermit goes on adventure with grumpy insomniac bitty~

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From @undertale-museum

[rarepair-haven]

I think a good shipname for Error x Classic would be: Moth.

Because the moth, the insect, was the FIRST computer BUG to exist.

(Long story short: this happened because a moth (insect) literally entered inside the computer, causing problems with it.

And that's why bugs are called...well, bugs- )

Sans is the first existing Sans, and Error is the first Sans that bugged.

So...to me this makes some sense.

And well, since Error doesn't eliminate the main au of the multiverse, in this case: Undertale, he implies that he has nothing against Undertale and its Fun Values, he just doesn't care about them.

At some point, I imagine Error ending up visiting Undertale for...reasons he can't remember :).

He would feel a strange feeling of deja-vu from this place.

And then, halfway through, he meets Sans.

Sans, as always, would be friendly towards Error.

Maybe Error would be rude to him at first, but Sans wouldn't care, and would just keep trying to make friends.

Sans would make his natural jokes, and Error, like any other Sans, would find them funny, and nostalgic, in some way.

And well, over time, Error would like to spend time with Sans, as he is not an anomaly like the others, he already existed, perhaps even before Error himself.

Of course, it would take a HUGE amount of time to get to that point, as he seems to have trust issues, but anyway-

Error would maybe vent to Sans about this multiverse balancing thing and Ink not being able to keep this shit balanced.

Sans would obviously understand Error, because, unlike Ink, he is more sensible-

They would do different things together: they would tell jokes, they would laze around, they would just make small gestures of affection because aphephobia-

Error would even take Sans to watch the real stars in Outertale, as Classico has probably never seen them, and he also loves astronomy, so there's no way he wouldn't like it.

They would both nerd out about space, watch Undernovela and other crap on TV, Error would teach him how to knit, Classico would call Error a nerd because of his glasses as a way of teasing him.

Classic would also play pranks on him, using mainly the old and famous whoppie causion-

And with all this attention and affection that Error would be receiving, he would start to fall in love with the Classic.

Error being a wet paper towel around Classic sans is my favorite thing ever. Hes this weird guy who is both overpowered and very easy to beat in a fight but the moment “the Original” is around he’s the epitome of those images of large eyed sad cats who just follow people around all pathetically

[zelphin124]

Error!Sans goes to therapy

Today is a very special day! I want to wish a grand and happy birthday to my friend @tehrogueva! I may be unable to draw, but I wanted to write something for you! I hope you have a wonderful day! Error!Sans belongs to LoverOfPiggies Ink!Sans belongs to Comyet Therapist!Sans belongs to TehRogueVA Enjoy!

~o0o~

"I-I-I swear Ink, I will murder y-y-you!"

"It'll be good for you!" Ink laughed as he shoved Error into the office. "It's helped me! Trust me, you'll like it, because it's all about you!"

Error scowled, slapping Ink's hands when he touched him. However, he didn't have the energy to resist Ink's nagging about the subject.

Therapy was all Ink had talked about for the past three weeks. He went on and on about fixing his flaws because he learned where they originated. Error didn't buy it. How can one possibly fix themselves when they were mistakes in the first place? Such anomalies shouldn't ever exist and need to be destroyed. Why should he care about them getting better if he would kill them anyway?

He was hit with a sense of nostalgia as he entered the room. A thick smell of vanilla entered his nose as the air around him stuck to his skin. It was very humid, and Error already hated it.

"He'll be in shortly!" Ink closed the door behind him. "I'll introduce you two!"

"I don't need your company or your help, squid," Error snapped, turning his head around. He paused for a second, surprised the glitch stutter in his voice had stopped when he entered the room.

"Hey, you won't even know I'm here, haha! I'll leave when he starts with ya!"

Error eyed Ink as the painter sat on a brown chair nearby, staring at the billboard. Error followed his gaze. There were a lot of red strings tied from peg to peg on different pictures on the billboard as if it represented a pattern or a lifestyle. There was a small desk below the billboard. It had a fire-lit candle to the right and a clipboard to the left. Once Error noticed the fire from the candle, he noticed that every part of the room was lit, and no shadows were cast.

Error sat down on a large sofa, sinking into it. He immediately felt at peace as he looked up. A fan was turning above him. Other than that, the tan walls were barren. The door was a darker brown than the walls, but everything felt so empty.

And Error loved it.

Besides Ink occasionally shifting, there was no sound. It reminded Error of his home in the Anti-Void. The room was lit with a soft yellow light, and it was cold. The vanilla smell didn't fade away.

Error tried to hide the fact he thoroughly enjoyed this room. "I don't have all day," he snapped at Ink. "Where is this therapist?"

"He's coming," Ink looked over anxiously. "I forgot to tell him I was bringing you, so maybe he's getting new papers for you!" Ink bobbed his head as if a song was playing in his head. He pulled out one of his notebooks and started to draw, his rainbow tongue sticking out as he colored in a previous picture.

Error scoffed to himself. Despite how much he hated the painter, there was always something captivating about him. He was goofy and unpredictable, along with annoying and heartless. He was fun to watch, at least.

They were enemies, they hated each other. Granted, Error hated everyone, and he had no intention to change that. But why did Ink come out of his way not to fight him but to bring him to this place? Especially after he...

Error thought back to when he destroyed the multiverse, and it made him question Ink even more. Even though the creators started to create different AUs again, most alternate universes were gone. X!Gaster hadn't been seen since. Yet, Ink didn't hold it against him, as if he'd forgiven him.

Error hated that. He didn't understand why Ink was suddenly so friendly to him. Ink got over his pain so quickly; something Error was never able to do, and he was jealous because of it. It's not fair...

The brown door opened, and a sweet skeleton stepped inside. His glasses hung from his non-existent ears. He wore an off-white cardigan and a green shirt. He wore a soft smile on his face before he locked eyes with Error. Error didn't bother to observe the rest of his appearance. Confusion filled the therapist's gaze, and Error grimaced. Significant, another stupid anomaly.

"Doc!" Ink shot up from his chair, walking up and hugging the therapist tightly.

Doc looked perplexed before he hugged Ink back. "Ink, there you are! I didn't see you," he smiled softly, still watching Error closely. "Did you bring a friend?"

"Yes! This is Error, Error, this is Doc!" Ink let go of Doc and happily smiled at Error.

Error's gaze went past Doc's eyes as he found his soul. It was an ordinary monster soul as he expected. However, it had a tint of light blue surrounding it. Although he found it strange, he didn't think about it too much as it jolted out of fear. He smirked to himself as Doc shuddered. The therapist's fear was amusing.

"Error, it's nice to meet you!" His voice didn't betray how the therapist was feeling. He stuck out his hand. "I'm Doc Sans; I'm assuming you came to get some therapy?"

"Didn't have a choice," Error glared at Ink and ignored the handshake. "Let's get this over with."

Doc withdrew his hand and sat down on the green chair. He flipped through the clipboard and wrote a few things down. Error knew he was afraid, and rightfully so. One wrong move and the Destroyer would tear this place apart. Why should he show mercy to this pathetic excuse for a life? Was this another one of Ink's tricks? If he ended up destroying Ink's trick, maybe Ink would finally feel the same pain that he did.

"I'll be nearby if you need anything!" Ink trotted toward the door, his eyes sparkling with stars and his grin wide. "Have fun Error!"

Error rolled his eyes as the painter disappeared. He sat back down on the couch, sinking into it. At least the therapy room was nice with its flat appearance. That made him want to destroy it less.

"So, Error, I've heard a lot about you," Doc smiled sweetly as he turned to him. "But I want you to tell me about yourself."

Error scoffed, shaking his head as he slouched in the couch. "The paint freak told you about me. Typical. What did he say?"

"You tell me," Doc tilted his head. "What should he have told me about you?"

Error thought for a moment before he replied. "I am the Destroyer of the Multiverse; I am the one who makes anomalies like yourself fearful for their lives-"

"No, I don't mean your status," Doc interrupted. "I want to know you. What do you do in your free time? What do you enjoy? Your job set aside, who are you?"

...What?

Error never heard of such a question. He started to feel different about this therapy thing. Did this anomaly really want to know? Did he really care? Why would he ask such a thing? No one had even asked him what he liked to do outside of destroying things...

No one expect Ink.

Well, Ink didn't really ask, he just kind of figured it out over the years.

"I uh..." Error glitched, shaking his head. It took a moment for him to regain his composure as he felt like he would crash any moment. "Not much... I search for the Omega Timeline; I chill at home and eat chocolate and watch UnderNovela... Sometimes I go to OuterTale."

"Those are good hobbies!" Doc encouraged, writing down what Error said. "Tell me about UnderNovela and OuterTale. Why do you like them?"

Error scoffed lightly, looking down at the floor as he recalled the show. "UnderNovela is funny. So much unnecessary drama, all in the right ways... And OuterTale..." He paused. There was always something different about OuterTale, something he could never put his finger on. It reminded him of the Anti-Void, just more beautiful. It felt like home as if he had been in a similar place for most of his life that he couldn't remember. "I don't know. It feels like I've already been there thousands of times. It's so empty and dark, yet beautiful."

"How does OuterTale make you feel?"

Error glitched again. Maybe this therapy thing wasn't so bad after all. "It feels like home."

"What is home to you?"

This anomaly was really making him think. "I don't know," he snapped, losing patience. "It just... does."

Doc nodded and adjusted his glasses before scribbling on his clipboard. Error sank further into the couch, crossing his arms. How was this supposed to fix his problems again? He didn't see how this was helping. If anything, Ink just gave him another place to destroy.

"Tell me about your life," Doc broke the temporary silence. "Tell me everything that you remember."

Error started to backtrack to his first memory, waking up in the Anti-Void. He was vague about events like meeting Ink, kidnapping Swap, destroying the multiverse, etc. He pulled a few strings from his eyes and started to knit with them in his hands. He watched Doc get nervous as he played with them, but when he turned his attention back to his fingers, it felt normal to talk about what he had been through while he knitted a blue scarf.

He glitched more as he talked about the different AUs he destroyed before his big finale. He started casually until he got to the people's screams and tears. At the time, he had laughed evilly, enjoying their pain. However, it didn't help the pain that he felt himself. No matter how many people he killed and destroyed places, that pain remained. Nothing he did lessen that mental agony he had suffered from for so long. A sinking feeling rested in his chest. It engulfed him as he kept thinking back. Is this... what regret feels like?

Doc listened intently, asking clarifying questions until Error was done. "Error, do you remember anything before waking up in the Anti-Void?"

"No, I told you that," Error shook his head. "I just was here."

"There could be some hidden stuff there that has caused you to act the way you have," Doc explained. "And it might explain how you feel inside, too." He got up slowly and set his notebook down. Grabbing some red string and paper from a drawer, he flipped the billboard over and started hanging various things Error mentioned up. When he was done, he ran the red string through the various events, many leading back to the empty space, what happened before the Anti-Void.

Error watched and studied what he was doing closely. He would never admit it, but he marveled at how Doc traced his maturing behavior back to the X-Event, his respect for Ink back to Swap, his hatred for touch from Nightmare, how he woke up like an angry manbaby, and how that was caused by something he couldn't even remember.

"Unfortunately, our time is up today as I have another client coming in," Doc sighed. "But we can unpack all of this together and help you get to a place you want to be."

"And if I'm happy with how I am?" Error snapped, hiding the fact he actually wanted to come back and unpack his life.

"Are you?"

Once again, the therapist had left the destroyer speechless. He didn't like how Doc bested him with simple questions that no one had even bothered to ask him. Someone was asking Error about himself for the first time in his life, and he didn't know how to feel about it.

Doc smiled softly; he had his answer. "I'm assuming you're like Ink, and time is irrelevant to you. If you choose to come back, just let me know, and I'll make some room for you, okay?"

"Yeah, whatever," Error rolled his eyes and stood up. "Are we done here?"

Doc shuddered once more but tried to hide it. "Yeah, we are done for today."

"Good," Error threw away the scarf he was working on and walked through the door without a goodbye. What a waste of time, he thought. I could have been watching UnderNovela.

As he walked out of the office and to a place where he could travel to the Anti-Void freely, he paused, turning around. Usually, Error would immediately destroy any AU he went to. He glitched, glancing around. His eyes softened as his gaze saw Doc Sans waving at him with a warm smile.

Huh. A slight smile crossed Error's face as his anger disappeared. He stepped through his portal, having done no damage to this new alternate universe.

Maybe there's more to these... anomalies...

[moodooivy]

Ranking Sanscest ships

To celebrate the fact that it's almost Valentine's Day I have decided I wanted to rank all Sanscest ships (I won't be including ships like Erosion x Ceno, Paperjam x Fresh, Fallacy x Encre, Mad Sci ships, Passive ships, Shattered ships, Empireverse ships, etc. I'll also leave out genderbends because then there would be way too much). I'll try not to be bias and just put every Swap Sans ship at the top, but if I like it and think it's good, it's going near the top... Or well. Bottom... Keep in mind this is all my opinion, which is constantly changing. This might not be in the best order but I tried. Also, when I say bad I just mean I dislike it. I don't think any ship is necessarily "bad". All ships are good... Except for the first five. I do think they're pretty bad... Anyway! (Ok not anyway. Real quick I jut wanna warn you that I dislike a lot of popular ships. Please don't yell at me if your favorite is near the top. Or at least not at the bottom)

111: And the worst ship in my opinion is.......; Dussic/Classic x Dust! Dussic is just bad. Very bad. It's boring, it's weird, it doesn't make sense, it's gross, and that's all I'mma say. I wont give an explanation to every ship but if I have something to say I'll say it.

110: Classic x Nightmare Lazymare is bad. You're going to see a lot of Classic ships, Dream ships, and Ink ships near the bottom. This ship definitely stems from Classic harems. Aka the worst part of this fandom (To me. Ship whatever you want. Just keep all your harems away from me unless it's a Blue harem or Fluttershy harem. We'll talk with a Dust harem).

109: Classic x Horror

108: Classic x Error Ah yes. Lazyglitch. Error in love with the original anomaly. The most generic cookie cutter Sans out there. He's a real catch. I mean I guess it would make sense Error wouldn't want to destroy his AU since it's the original but. Still.

107: Cross x Dream Cream. One of, if not THE most popular ship in the family. Also one of the worst. Why? Because it's generic and bland. People try too hard to make it look cute. It looks cute but it really isn't.

106: Classic x Ink

105: Dream x Dust Drust is boring. I don't like it when people ship Dream with the Bad Sanses if you couldn't tell. I know a lot of people who do this with him, I'm not gonna name names, I don't want to shame anyone because they can do what they want, but it's still annoying.

104: Fell x Ink

103: Dream x Horror

102: Fresh x Nightmare

101: Fresh x Dream Dreamfresh. I dunno. Maybe Dream can make Fresh feel something?

100: Dream x Fell

99: Alter x Gans

98: Black x Blue

97: Blue x Razz

96: Fell x Razz

95: Dream x Nightmare People often forget that Dream and corrupted Nightmare are not related. This isn't incest. That being said this still isn't good.

94: Dust x Reaper

93: Error x Reaper

92: Error x Outer

91: Error x Horror This ship is absolutely adorable. I see Horror as being the only Bad Sans (Besides maybe Nightmare) Error will stand and allow to touch him because he likes to cuddle with the big ol' teddy bear mass that is Horror. It's only so low because it's not that good.

90: Hate x Nightmare

89: Cross x Epic

88: Color x Delta

87: Blue x Delta

86: Bill x Blue

85: 404 x Bill

84: Alter x Blue

83: Color x Killer

82: Killer x Outer

81: Outer x Science

80: Lust x Nightmare

79: Fell x Science

78: Fresh x Horror

77: Error x Lust

76: Blue x Hate

75: Melon x Sugar

74: Fell x Fresh

73: Nightmare x Reaper

72: Cross x Ink

71: Dream x Ink I really don't ship Dream with anyone. I just can't see him falling in love with anyone. But if he were to love anyone I think it would be Ink because they're both kinda guardians (But then he'd loose interest when he finds out Ink's intent). I list more Dream ships below but they're only there because I like them more.

70: Dream x Geno I ship the CQ bros with the Stars.

69: Ink x Reaper Well well well...

68: Geno x Ink

67: Geno x Nightmare

66: Fresh x Science

65: Dream x Error

64: Dream x Killer ZeFanatic. I blame you for why I like this and think it's kinda hot.

63: Killer x Nightmare This ship is so annoying... But there's so much hilarious potential! Squee! It's kinda good! (I'm honestly hooked on the idea of a fem Killer singing Poisonous Love from Rio 2)

62: Dream x Outer

61: Fell x Nightmare

60: Classic x Lust

59: Fresh x Lust I once saw this adorable comic of these two and ever since I did I fell in love with this ship.

58: Horror x Lust Horrorlust is too overrated for me to enjoy it. I also just don't think it's that good.

57: Cross x Error They would fight over literally. Everything.

56: Ccino x Dream

55: Dance x Lust They'll probably dance together. I think this is the best ship with Lust because Dance is a realistic and healthy partner for him in my opinion.

54: Classic x Fell

53: Geno x Reaper Before anyone threatens my family for putting Afterdeath so low in this ranking, I just don't like the tsundere dynamic. When it comes to tsunderes there is a very fine line before it's clear said tsundere is not a tsundere and is just not into the other person. There is only one ship in my opinion that nails the "Tsundere x Flirt" dynamic.

52: Ccino x Hate

51: Cross x Killer Just like Afterdeath, too many tsundere stuff. But at least it's not all just 'Tsundere. Thas it.'.

50: Ink x Lust

49: Farm x Horror Same situation as Horrorlust.

48: Epic x Fresh

47: Fatal x Lavender

46: Ink x Killer Killer simps for Nightmare. Ink simps for Dream. You get it~

45: Error x Fresh I used to hate this ship. But I've decided to open my mind and have decided it's not that bad actually.

44: Squid x Octopus- I mean Ink x Nightmare

43: Nightmare x Science Bookworms lol.

42: Blue x Science

41: Error x Ink I keep going back and forth on whether I think this ship is good or not. I think "hey it's kinda cute", but than I look at an Errink pic and want to throw up. I have finally decided on my opinion. It's good. As long as people don't take it seriously. It's not 'good good' so don't try to make it dramatic but it's cute so make some silly art. Even better if it's a poly with Fresh or Blue.

40: Blue x Melon

39: Blue x Classic

38: Blue x Outer

37: Blue x Gans

36: Blue x Farm

35: Blue x Lavender

34: Dust x Lust

33: Cross x Dust

32: Blue x Fresh

31: 404 x Blue

30: Dust x Razz

29: Horror x Nightmare They so silly and cute.

28: Blue x Geno

27: Lust x Science This ships makes me think of Rarijack but if it was actually good.

26: Error x Fell

25: Dust x Fell

24: Horror x Killer They'd get into so much shenanigans. I like to imagine Horror would want to eat Killer becaus he's small but not too small.

23: Error x Nightmare

22: Ccino x Nightmare

21: Dust x Horror

20: Dust x Nightmare

19: Fell x Lust

18: Ccino x Killer Cat lovers. Lol.

17: Blue x Ink As long as you don't make Ink shorter this is adorable.

16: Asylum x Blue

15: Blue x Fell

14: Cross x Nightmare Better than Cream. So much drama potential.

13: Blue x Dream

12: Blue x Reaper

11: Blue x Lust Lust would give Blue so many cute nicknames. He would be so sweet to his baby Blue.

10: Blue x Ccino This is definitely the most wholesome ship of all time.

9: Blue x Dust Probably the most popular ship that I enjoy. So many '"I Can make him better""I can make him worse"' vibes. Also I just ship Blue with the Bad Sanses so hard.

8: Blue x Killer Lol Killer such a flirt and would tease Blue so much.

7: Blue x Horror Horrorberry is very cute. Blue would make Horror so many tacos.

6: Fresh x Ink Paperfresh this, Errink that. When are people gon wake up and realize the truly perfect artsy couple. They so silly! It's kind of like Horrorkiller where I can imagine them getting into different high jinks. I especially love the idea of them bothering Error together. Ink gets scary dog privilege because Fresh lol.

5: Blue x Fatal Fatalberry is very good. Enough said.

4: Dust x Killer I LOVE KILLERDUST SO DAMN MUCH SQUEEEE!!! Dust is such a tsundere and Kills is such a flirt. I know I criticized other ships for this dynamic but... Hush. This is the only one that makes it really work. There's so much potential for this pair. This is the highest non Swap pair lol.

3: Blue x Cross Crossberry will always be the cutest ship ever. Cuter than the below pairs even. I love their dynamic so much. Blue would so fangirl over Cross's hotness constantly. He such a bottom lol.

2: Blue x Nightmare Nightberry. I. Love. This. SHIP!!! SO MUCH!!! It's so cuuute! And kinda hot honestly-

1: And the best ship in my opinion is...; Blue x Error Errorberry is and will always be my favorite ship. They are beauty and the beast, opposites attract, they were made for each other. I love this ship (Except when people make Error shorter than Blue. Don't like that. Bleh. Blue must be the shortest).

Feel free to disagree with me and tell me your opinions. I'd be very interested to hear what you guys think. There's way too many ships for me to tag so I won't even bother.

[thatnewguy200]

[*NORMALLY, THE X-EVENT WOULD HAVE FREE REIGN TO ABUSE THE POWER TO OVERWRITE AS HE SO WISHED... AND AS MUCH AS I WOULD LIKE TO PUNISH HIM FOR HIS RECKLESSNESS, IT SEEMS THAT HE HAS ENCOUNTERED A NEW OPPONENT. AN UNSEEN VARIABLE I DID NOT FACTOR IN...]

[*FROM WHAT ALPHYS HAD GATHERED, NOT ONLY IS THIS "BASS" CAPABLE OF ADAPTING AT A RAPID RATE, THUS GIVING HIM LIMITLESS POTENTIAL FOR GROWTH, HE ALSO WIELDS THE POWER TO COPY ANY ATTACKS AND ABILITIES HE ENCOUNTERS... WHICH INCLUDES THE POWER TO OVERWRITE, SHOULD HE BEST THE X-EVENT.]

[*HE IS AN ANOMALY NOT EVEN I HAVE FORESEEN, AND I MUST ADMIT... REGARDLESS OF WHO REIGNS VICTORIOUS, THIS BATTLE WILL BE]

[*VERY...]

[*VERY...]

[*INTERESTING.]

I've been thinking long and hard about this one, and given that "OVERWRITE" is like a program of sorts (overwriting files), I thought to myself "Bass.EXE can defeat and absorb programs to make them a part of himself, so what happens if he manages to defeat someone who can OVERWRITE files at will?" This pic is the end result.

I hope I did good enough on this!

(Error Sans, Ink Sans, XChara and XGaster sprites by Mugen5, Bass.EXE sprites by Capcom)

(XChara, XGaster, and the OVERWRITE button are from Underverse, which belongs to Jakei. Ink Sans is from Inktale, which belongs to Comyet. Error Sans is from Error!Tale, which belongs to Loverofpiggies. Bass.EXE is from Mega Man Battle Network, which belongs to Capcom)

[derangedanomaly]

here, have this drawing I made of your husband, I saw you saying you were sad so I hope this can cheer you up at least a little :D

Aww!! Thank you so much! My husband is so cute!! ^^

He even got me my favourite flowers!! Thank you so much! :D

[hyperfixation-simp]

some of my favorite fanfic stories!

some of these might have nsfw! just a warning!

these are also in no particular order btw!

this is my particular favorite. its just MWAH!

go give these fics some love!!

[mintflavoredfemurs]

do you have any sans au ships you like or dislike 27smile

I think it's good to preface my answer by making it clear that when it comes specifically to Undertale AUs, I myself am very impartial to ships. As in, I don't really bother with them. I think anybody can ship whatever they want, as long as it's making them happy, I don't really care. I've got bigger things to worry about than people making skeletons smooch. With that, please do not take my words personally!! I am not speaking on a personal level!!

I think Color x Killer is a great ship due to its dynamic and lore potential. Horror x Farm, I get the premise behind it, I think it's good from a fanon viewpoint. Dust x Fell was one of the first ships I took any interest in, I think it's alright.

As for ships I don't like, Nightmare x Dream because it makes me uncomfortable to think about (I really hope I don't have to explain much further). And any ships with Error because I heavily doubt Error would ever want to date any 'anomalies' as he puts them (plus people usually ignore his haphephobia in regard to ships including him).

[zenubi-reblogs]

Well deserved for IJAG to be on this list. Also, @spookyflavors this is clearly for you to see. That said, "Wow!" I like the style of your Error. I still struggle drawing him, so he's a nice stylized reference for me. *internally wonders how you make your sketchy lines look so good*

the tier list by the best

[help-im-a-gay-fish]

Some ErrorInk for this cross over cuz no one stopped me.

This ship makes pretty much no sense in the context of the story but I find myself loving the ship. I know error is in love with dream but shhhhhh he can simp for ink to.

I don't think I've drawn Inkerror before... And that's something I needed to change.

Ink by comyet/myebi

Error by loverofpiggies

The hunchback of notre dame cross over is based off @zu-is-here s art work.

[choisanshine]

Daddy Issues 18+

College AU!Changbin Smut 18+ only

Pairing: seo changbin x female reader

Changbin has to work with a new partner on an important project for one of his courses. Definitely doesn't fall for the girl ;)

Genre: university au, smut, slight plot

Warnings: daddy kink, fingering, oral (f & m), pet names (mostly "good girl" and "baby girl"), hair pulling, light breast play, a bit of whipped cream kink, mostly switch!Changbin and switch!Reader (there is not much of power dynamics), lots of communication during sex, and some slight body issues

Word Count: 10.4k

a/n: the beginning is long and maybe not great, but the smut might be worth it. also, I originally wrote it in 3rd person, so there might be some errors. And one last thing, the "camera" is more focused on Changbin

Enjoy!

“Jung Wooyoung, I cannot believe you!” The blond heard the roar before seeing his friend. Fear coursed through his veins as he frantically looked around the crowded commons area. He was unable to locate the other male's face before he was jolted back from a shove. Wooyoung was grateful he had chosen a chair against the wall, as the push was unable to knock him to the ground.

Wooyoung had seen his best friend angry before, he'd even had the rage directed at himself. However, this was on a whole other level. He'd never seen Changbin assault anyone, not for real, in public. This was a first, and Wooyoung almost felt proud of himself. Almost.

“What do you mean 'you had our group reassigned'??” Changbin shook his slightly taller friend, arms flexing subconsciously. Changbin might have been, infinitesimally shorter, but he was quite a bit bulkier than Wooyounh.

“It wasn't intentional!” Wooyoung's hands flew up to cover his face. “I didn't mean for it to happen, but the professor walked in on me and San having a disagreement about a different topic and wanted to see how we could 'resolve our issues'.” Wooyoung made air quotes around the last words. He rolled his eyes, as if he wasn't interested himself in how things would work out. He definitely didn't mean the topic though. He would be lying if he said he didn't take every opportunity to get himself noticed by Choi San, but the pink haired boy was somewhat of an enigma. And now, Wooyoung was getting his chance to unravel that anomaly, if it took him the whole semester.

“Wooyoung,” Changbin's voice was threateningly low, “this assignment is worth half our grade and we both need this class for our degree.”

“Right?! So, shouldn't we separate for at least one assignment? We've been working together for three whole years, I think we are getting a bit dry, don't you?”

“No! I think we understand each other better than anyone else and I know I can get you to agree with me on any of our topics!” Changbin's muscles flexed reflexively.

“Wow.” Wooyoung faked surprise. “So the truth comes out.” Changbin rolled his eyes. “I'm just some idiot who signs my name at the top of your group assignment and gets you the grade? Is that it?”

“Honestly, I'm kind of surprised you were able to connect those dots. So, yeah. You are the fool who helps me keep my glorious grades for our classes.” Changbin ran his fingers through his hair. “I can't believe you sold me out like this! And for some dick. You are the actual worst, you know?”

Wooyoung smirked. “Oh I know. But, don't be too upset. Your new partner is going to be good for you. She's one of the seniors I had for our Freshmen orientation. I think you'll get along really well for this project.”

“Oh great, I have to deal with a senior? They are the worst. They are so lazy and make us do all the work, but have all these opinions on how the project should be run instead and then I'm left doing all the work that I don't even agree with just to make sure they pass this class!!” Changbin huffed in frustration. He really might kill Wooyoung this time.

“Oh please,” Wooyoung rolled his eyes. “Like you wouldn't suck Chan's dick if he told you he'd get you free points for a class.”

“Listen here, you little shit, I would absolutely suck Chan's dick if he said he'd give me bonus points, just tell me the time and place.” Changbin smirked finally. He wasn't opposed to the idea of hooking up with a dude, and Chan was like an older brother to him, but that man did not abuse his power and if he told Changbin he would get those bonus points, he knew he'd keep his word.

Wooyoung rolled his eyes. At that moment, something else caught his attention, he perked up and began to wave his hand. Changbin followed his gaze and saw someone walking towards them. If he were being honest, Changbin would never have noticed you, nothing particularly stood out. He only noticed you because you were waving equally frantically as the idiot across the table from himself.

Changbin hadn't even noticed the exasperated sigh he let out until Wooyoung slapped him across the arm. “Would you at least try to look nice?” Wooyoung cringed, “sometimes you look scary, even if you're not trying.” The younger male shuddered, driving home his point.

“And sometimes you run your mouth even if you're not trying to.” Changbin paused for a half second, “Is that something you do intentionally?” Changbin smiled at his own joke, but received nothing but another slap from Wooyoung.

At that moment, you appeared at their table, sliding into the seat next to Wooyoung and slipping your backpack onto the table. You were nervously toying with the zipper on your bag, and would drag the pull tab along the teeth before drawing it closed again. Changbin could tell you were nervous, but couldn't bring himself to be the first to introduce himself. He sighed in relief as Wooyoung took the initiative, as he knew the boy would.

“Bini, this is my friend (y/n). She is a senior from our department. She has to take our course this year because of a misunderstanding with her advisor. Anyway, since she is older, no one wanted to be her partner for the project. But, since I had to switch,” Changbin could hear the smile in Wooyoung's voice, “our professor thinks it would be great if the two of you work together. It's an important assignment, so I think you two should get acquainted and have fun!”

Wooyoung jumped up from his seat without hesitation and was gone in the blink of an eye. Changbin turned in time to see the blonde disappear with a pink haired male. He rolled his eyes and groaned in annoyance.

He glanced over to see a look of concern on your face. You seemed to be having an internal conversation with yourself and were torn on whether or not to speak up.

“Well, spit it out. What's on your mind?”

“You're not one to mince words, huh?”

“It's not that. I just don't...” Changbin sighed, yet again. He was getting frustrated and realized it was coming off as if he were annoyed with someone he'd never even met before. He had to accept that it wasn't your fault and you would have to figure this out one way or another. Together. “It's not your fault.” You nodded in agreement. “So, let's just pick a topic and call it a day. Yeah?”

“That sounds like a good idea to me. Do you mind if I get a drink first, though? I just had two classes back to back and haven't had a chance to stop yet.” As Changbin nodded, you paused, “Would you like anything?”

“Iced Americano.” He said without hesitation.

“One iced Americano, coming right up.” You winked and disappeared in the crowd.

As Changbin waited, he mulled over the situation. He knew he was reacting poorly, but what was done was done, right? So he should just get over his irritation towards Wooyoung and work on having a positive attitude towards his new partner. It wasn't really like him to act like such a dick, and you seemed alright. So far.

Changbin adjusted the cap on his head and was fidgeting with the sleeves of his t-shirt when you quietly returned.

“You know,” the voice from directly behind Changbin caused him to jump in his seat.

“Fuck, you scared me.” He mumbled, reaching out to take the proffered cup from the person he was finally getting used to.

“Sorry.” You mumbled.

“What were you saying?”

“Why is Advanced Religious Studies a part of the curriculum for lit majors? I mean, it's not like I'm complaining or anything, it's an interesting enough course. But...why?” You took a sip from your blended beverage that came with enough whipped cream to spill from the domed lid. Changbin couldn't help watching as your pink tongue darted out to lap at the cream. He impulsively bit his lip finding the scene a little more erotic than surely intended.

You startled when he cleared his throat and adjusted himself in his seat. A drop of white smeared on the corner of your mouth, causing Changbin's brain to short out for the briefest of seconds. “Um, you got, a little...right there. Ugh! In the corner of your....here.” He reached out with a napkin to wipe the offended confection away. “You were saying?” He finally settled back in his seat with a huff. If he didn't know better, he would assume you had done it on purpose.

“Religious s-studies.” You were visibly nervous. He wasn't sure if it was due to the incident, or if his resting bitch face returned. He tried to relax and smile a bit more, but was still slightly uncomfortable.

“I mean, don't all major religions have some sort of text?” Ah, yes that was enough to get Changbin on a roll. “Wouldn't it make sense for us to discuss all of the literature across all those cultures? Not only is it the core of many civilizations, but most themes in stories come from some religion or another.”

You were nodding as Changbin finished his mini speech. “I guess you have a point there.”

“So what topic would you like to work on?”

“Wouldn't it be easier if we chose a religion first?”

“Maybe.”

“What are you interested in, then?”

Changbin shrugs. “I guess the easiest would be Christianity? There's gotta be the most scholarly research on that topic?”

“Ew, no. Please.”

“O..kay? How about Greek? Zeus has a lot of baggage we can unpack?” At the shake of your head, Changbin redirects again. “Norse? We could... I dunno, Odin is their main god?”

“No.”

“What? Why aren't any of those acceptable? Do you have some sort of daddy issues?” Changbin, arms folded against his chest, smirked.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” You stood up so quickly your chair toppled over. “Even...even if my relationship with my...why would you say that?”

“I was just joking!” Changbin surged forward as well, reaching to grab your arm.

“Maybe you should figure out what a joke is, then.” You tore yourself away and stormed off, leaving Changbin to scratch his head in confusion and frustration.

“So she just ran off?” Wooyoung seemed skeptical. He might not know you as well, but he knew Changbin better than just about anyone else.

“I mean, I might have said something kind of...rude?”

“Ah, there it is.”

“It wasn't supposed to be!” Changbin threw his hands in the air. “You know I wouldn't just do something like that. Not to someone I don't really know.”

“That's true.” Wooyoung agreed.

“So, will you give me her number? We still haven't settled on a topic.”

“Yeah, yeah. She told me to send it to you, anyway. I guess she thinks you should reach out first, too?” Wooyoung took Changbin's cell and entered the number along with a contact name.

“Wooyoungie,” Changbin's voice was overly sweet, “Why is there a heart next to her name?”

Wooyoung giggled. “I am psychic and I know what will happen in your future.”

“You're an idiot.”

“But I am YOUR idiot.” Wooyoung affectionately laid his head on Changbin's shoulder as he laced arms with the shorter male, who did nothing to throw him off.

“Tck! Speaking of, how are things going with San?”

The sigh from the blond was anything if not dreamy. “Oh very well. We've already picked our topic and divided our research. It's going to really be a great semester. I even saved his number with a heart. So, you know I will be right about you and (y/n).” Wooyoung teased.

“I thought you were supposed to be MY idiot?” Changbin tapped Wooyoung's head tauntingly. He didn't see Wooyoung roll his eyes.

“Anyway,” Wooyoung switched up, “there's a party this weekend. You are coming and you don't have a choice, okay? Okaaayy??” Wooyoung batted his eyelashes flirtingly, only causing Changbin to fake throwing up. “Don't be rude, asshole. You never go out anymore, and I'm worried you are...” Wooyoung leaned in close, a look of concern on his face as he glanced down, “becoming impotent.”

“Fucker!” Changbin swung at Wooyoung, who expertly dodged his best friend's attack. “I am fully functioning! And that's none of your business anyway!” Wooyoung giggled as he continued to dance out of Changbin's reach, he was becoming more elated by the moment as the dark haired male became more irritated. “Fucking stand still so I can beat the shit out of you!”

“Iiis this a bad time?”

Both boys stilled as they glanced up at the newcomer. Wooyoung immediately jumped up and straightened himself at the sight of his new partner, who was barely holding back his laughter, cute dimples cut into his slender cheeks. The interruption gave Changbin his chance to attack and he launched himself at the distracted male.

“That's not fadjnf!!” Wooyoung began to yell, being cut off by the struggle. “Bini!!” He whined. “You're going to get my shirt dirty! Get off me!!” They wrestled for a moment, Wooyoung clearly losing. “Okay, fine! You are not impotent! You are a god in bed!! You can get anyone you want! Is that what you want to hear?”

“Where did you even learn that word?” Changbin cursed Wooyoung for absolutely making things worse. Their tussle had started to draw a crowd and the last thing Changbin wanted was a quarter of the school hearing his best friend calling him a sex god. “You're a fucking idiot!” Changbin punched Wooyoung's shoulder, for good measure, before pushing himself off the clearly weaker male, and storming off.

Changbin threw his bag into the seat next to him after entering the Lit Reading Lab. He had been running behind and didn't even get the chance to grab a drink on his way over, which only added to his frustration.

“You're late.” A voice came from behind him.

Changbin didn't even bother looking behind him. He knew without having to turn that it was his older mentor. He had come over to get help with his project, and had asked for some assistance from the senior. “I don't need this crap today.”

“Alright, I can just leave.” Contrary to her words, the female settled into the seat opposite of Changbin's disgruntled bag. “What's going on buddy? Are you struggling to find a theme for your project?” The glare Changbin shot had her throwing up her hands in defense. “Alright, alright, I already know you are! But, what's giving you troubles? Wooyoung usually just does whatever you say and that settles that.”

A snicker coming from the door behind Changbin alerted the pair to a third presence. While the woman sitting next to Changbin turned, a smirk on her lips, Changbin only buried his head in his crossed arms.

“Except, Wooyoung isn't his partner this time. It's (y/n).” This came from the male behind Changbin. “He told me what you said.”

“I didn't even tell him-” Changbin shot up, eyes wide, nostrils flaring as realization dawned. Not the conversation with (y/n), but the conversation with Wooyoung. “He did not!” Changbin thrust himself forward, his chair toppled over as he spun to face the older male standing in the doorway of his office. “Chan! He wasn't being serious. It was a joke!”

Chan shrugged. “I mean, if you want to pass this assignment...” His words trailed off as he jokingly gestured for the younger to enter his darkened office. “I'm always more than willing to help out a younger mate.” At that point, Chan couldn't prevent the smirk from gliding over his own lips. “And Sooyoung agreed to share, at least this once. Right babe?” He winked at the female still sitting by Changbin. Tears were forming along her eyeline as she held in her own giggles.

“I'm going to kill him. I think I will actually, finally, rid this world of that pest and be free of Jung Wooyoung once and for all.”

“What has Wooyoungie done this time?” Changbin groaned internally. That was the last thing he needed.

“It's nothing.” He said through grit teeth. He finally turned and settled into his chair. “Since you're here, we can work on figuring out a topic for our project. Okay?” He reached into his bag and pulled out his textbook for their class. “Come on, we have to figure this out.”

Sooyoung leaned in, a hand resting gently on Changbin's arm, and whispered, “Are you going to be alright? We just wanted to tease you a bit, to help you relax.”

“I'm fine.” Changbin sighed, he could always rely on his friends, especially the seniors, to help him out when he was in a bad mood. He was still frustrated, but things were not working out well for him, and he wasn't used to everything coming against him.

“I wasn't sure if you'd want something, so I got you a drink.” The soft voice was coming from his new partner, who had come around the table and handed him the plastic cup with their school cafe logo emblazoned on the side. The name scribbled on the side caused him to smile a bit.

He shook his head, but accepted the drink, happily taking a sip of the cold, dark liquid. It was like heaven in a cup, their cafe hands down made the best iced Americano, but Changbin always thought he was the only one who thought so. “You actually like the cafe? Or did you think you were poisoning me?”

You smiled. “They make their own whipped cream every morning.” As if for extra measure, you dragged a finger into the white foam, and brought the sugary substance to your mouth. Changbin coughed as your lips wrapped around that digit, engulfing the cream as well as your finger. In that moment, for all of a second, he wanted nothing more than to be that finger, swallowed up in your warm mouth.

“I uh...I have to use the restroom, excuse me!”

Before anyone could stop him, Changbin had lurched forward and was out of the Lab and down the hall.

“What was that about?” Chan asked from his office, both you and the other woman at the table shrugged, one clearly more concerned over the younger male than the other. “Sooyoung, do you...” Chan's eyes darted towards you, unknowingly, as you had already began scanning the text book Changbin had taken out. “Nevermind.” Chan shook his head, trying to convince himself he had the wrong idea.

Upon Changbin's return, he noticed Sooyoung had already disappeared, and Chan's office door was shut. He noticed the time and figured Chan was in a meeting with one of the younger students, probably the Freshman he was in charge of this year. You, however, were still pouring over the books that were now scattered over the table he had claimed earlier.

“I was thinking we could do something about Thanatos?”

“Who?”

“Exactly.” You slid a book over to Changbin, opened to a chapter about lesser Greek gods. “It might be a neat idea to do an exposition on Thanatos, who is the actual Greek god of Death. As compared to Hades, who is just the god of the Underworld and Lord of the Dead.”

Changbin shook his head. “I don't know, I don't think there would be enough resources to do the project.”

“My other option would be a comparative analysis on the female gods of the underworld versus the male deities?”

Changbin was lost in thought on the text he was reading. He had read about Thanatos before, and knew Hades wasn't the actual god of death, but there was a lot of misunderstanding for the difference between the two. “I think...we can make this work. What if we used different modes of distributing information to kind of gain attention on the subject? There might not be as much resources for it, and we would have to find a creative way to include that part, but I think we could actually do really well on this project with limited research if we used an unconventional method.”

You were fascinated watching the way Changbin lit up as the ideas started coming together for a bigger picture in his head.

“So, I'd like to start with some sort of journal entry. Like a newspaper article, or a magazine cover, something that is a bit more simple, not too much information, but grabs the attention. Then we could do something unique like host a podcast or do a radio infomercial. I think that could really get our professor's attention. After almost twenty years here, he must have seen just about everything. He's never been too hard on us, but I want to give him something that won't be boring.”

“That actually kind of sounds like a good idea! Are you free this weekend? I have a night class tonight, but maybe we could get together and start?”

Changbin was about to agree, but remembered Wooyoung had told him to come along to the party. He was used to turning down the other male, however Wooyoung only threatened him when he really wanted his friend's attention, and last time Changbin turned Wooyoung down to work on an assignment, Wooyoung made his life hell for almost a month after, only settling down once Changbin agreed to do all of his work as well for a month.

“I can't. I already agreed to help Wooyoung this weekend. And, with his short ass attention span, it will take the whole damn weekend to help him get through everything. I'm so sorry.”

“Don't worry about it. We have the whole semester. But, I don't have any plans, so I will get started, and that way you will have a bit less work. I will also try to draw up some kind of plan to divide the labor so we both have something to contribute. Is there anything you feel particularly comfortable with? Or anything you are bad at?”

As their conversation dwindled down, Changbin noticed how late it had gotten and reminded you of your class. Changbin sat in the lab for a little while longer, collecting his thoughts as he gathered his belongings.

“Someone has it bad.”

“What are you talking about, Chan? Whatever, I'm leaving, now. See you later.” Chan waved Changbin off, a little bummed he didn't get another chance to tease the younger.

“Here, just wear this.” Wooyoung pushed some clothes into Changbin's hands and shooed him off to the bathroom. “Why on earth did it take you so long to just choose a freakin outfit?” While Changbin was always reluctant to give any sort of compliments to his best friend, he did have to admit that Wooyoung knew his way around the closet. He had been stuck in it long enough. Changbin smirked at his clever thoughts. But, was impressed with the choice Wooyoung had made. Sexuality aside, Wooyoung knew how to get the girls to fall all over him. It was a gift, truly. And Changbin was lucky enough that Wooyoung was willing to extend that gift to him as well.

Wooyoung let out a wolf whistle as Changbin stepped out from the bathroom. “I did an amazing job, again. You are going to have your hands full while I sneak off to have some fun with San.” Wooyoung chuckled darkly, knowing full well Changbin already knew he was planning on breaking his promise to stick together the whole night. It wasn't that hard to figure Wooyoung out. After all, they had known each other long enough at this point.

The boys walked up to the house party at a quarter past ten, early enough that nothing serious had happened yet, but late enough that they wouldn't be known as the losers who showed up first. Changbin didn't know who lived here, as they had been friends of Wooyoung from some of his other clubs that Changbin avoided at all costs.

It wasn't long before Wooyoung caught sight of the pink-haired boy and was leaving Changbin stranded in the kitchen to awkwardly stand and hope no one wanted to mingle with him.

Changbin was pouring himself a second cup of whatever was mixed in the punch bowl when two towering figures approached him. “You must be Wooyoungie's friend. He's told us a bit about you.” The slightly larger figure offered a hand.

Changbin politely took the man's hand, but slipped away as quickly as he could, really not wanting to interact with anyone. He checked his watch, it had only been twenty minutes. He gave himself til midnight just in case Wooyoung needed to leave, and if not, at least partially convince the younger that he was still a good friend who even waited that long.

Changbin wandered around the house, admiring the décor of the old house. He tested a few handles, discovering what rooms were locked and which were currently occupied or empty. He was used to being let alone with his own thoughts, and exploring was somewhat of a nasty habit when he was left alone.

As he wandered back downstairs, he was surprised at what he found in the living room.

A group of seniors and juniors had gathered around the coffee table, which was filled with cups with various liquids in varying amounts, it appeared. One of the seniors, Changbin was fairly certain it was one of the tenants of the house, seemed to be leading some sort of drinking game. Most of the students sitting around the table had their own cups as well, occasionally taking a sip here and there. However, what really caught Changbin's attention was the figure uncomfortably squished between two excited students.

He sneaked up behind the couch, and got close to your ear before loudly whispering, “I thought you were going to be home working on our project all weekend?”

Changbin's voice caused you to, nearly spilling the contents of the cup of the girl next to her.

“Changbin!? What the fuck?” Your head turned almost as far as it could. Changbin was caught off guard and lost his train of thought as your lips nearly collided with his own.

“Ehem!” The male at the center cleared his throat, begging their attention. “If you're not going to join, then go away.”

“Sorry, we'll be quiet.”

“Nah, now you have to drink. But, you don't get to pick it.” The man stuck his tongue out. “Both of you.”

You agreed to let the leader of the game choose a drink for each of them, and handed Changbin the cup with clearly more liquid. It didn't smell terrible, but the lack of color caused some concern to Changbin. He took a breath to steel himself and chugged the whole thing in one go. He was pleasantly surprised to find it was a fruity flavored rum. Still, he wasn't sure if he wanted to try his luck with the next drink.

Changbin wanted to pull you away from the group, he wanted to talk to you, to apologize for his previous behavior. He wanted to know why you ended up coming to this specific party. He wanted to spend some time alone with you. Instead, he found himself squeezing between the girl to your right and you. He failed to notice the small smile that crept onto your lips.

“Alright, so the next task is..” the guy at the center seemed to think for a second, before a devious smirk came over him. “Next task is to say something to the person on your right something. Preferably a secret.” Changbin glanced at the girl he was now sitting next to, having never seen her in his life, he was hesitant.

However, the voice coming from your left caused him to freeze. He turned to the male who had taken your hand, and watched at the man leaned in close.

“I would let you call me daddy while you ride my dick.” His tongue flicked out, brushing over his lower lip and resting briefly at the corner of his mouth.

An unfamiliar rage flared inside of Changbin. He wasn't used to the feeling. He had been angry before, but something about the lascivious words and salacious action had Changbin surging to his feet.

“The fuck did you just say?” He grabbed the male by the collar, nearly pulling him to his feet. The male simply chuckled and cocked an eyebrow at Changbin. “Why don't you watch the way you talk to a lady? Huh? You can't just go around saying things like that?”

The man grabbed Changbin's hands, pulling the shorter male loose from his shirt, and stood up, standing nearly a full head over Changbin. “It's just a game. And, what are you going to do about it? I told the pretty girl what was on my mind. She's free to take me up on the offer any time. Dude, is she your girlfriend or something?” The male snickered.

“No, but that doesn't...”

“If not, why do you care what another man says to her? How about you let her decide if she is offended by it or not?” Changbin wanted nothing more than to punch this guy in the face. He couldn't believe the actual audacity of some people.

Changbin pushed away from the taller male, instead turned his attention towards you. “If you want to get out of here, I'm leaving now.” Changbin sneered one more time at the man and stormed off, hoping desperately that you would be following him.

He had barely made it to his car when he heard a sound behind him.

“You know, if you're going to tell me to follow you, at least give me a chance to catch up!” Changbin spun around to see the one person he most needed in front of him. “Well, c'mon.” You grabbed at the passenger side door. “Ah, I am so relieved I ran into you.” you sighed as you settled into the front seat. “Sooyoung literally dragged me here! She said that if I didn't come to this stupid party, she wouldn't let me participate in any of the events for the rest of the year. Which is kind of stupid, but honestly I kind of enjoy them. Especially helping out with the Halloween booth. But, when I saw you, I was really relieved. As soon as Sooyoung saw Chan, she was on his dick like a moth to flame. But anyway...”

Changbin zoned out as you continued to ramble. His head spun with the events. He couldn't believe you had actually followed him. And gotten into his car. And was just spilling everything. He wasn't even sure what all you were saying, but he also felt certain you were nervously ranting.

“Are you okay?” He interrupted.

“What?” He couldn't see you look down at your shaking hands.

“Are you alright? That guy...”

“Ah, that. I am okay. It was unexpected. I don't usually go to parties so I didn't know that people actually....ah. Yeah.” You trailed off.

“I've never been that...angry at someone. For something. I felt like my blood was going to boil. I couldn't believe he'd just say something like that! Out loud! In front of people!”

Changbin was shocked when you began to giggle, the sound quickly built a crescendo and filled his car.

“Why are you laughing?”

“I'm just...I was so nervous! How do you respond to something like that? And then you jumped in. And, god you looked so sexy.”

“What?” Changbin was floored.

“Fuck, Changbin, I've never had someone jump to my defense like that. But, you looked like a fucking dark knight in those pants and...honestly my stomach got tied in knots. Are you close? I...don't...hmm.”

“What's wrong?” Changbin turned, more concerned about you, squirming in your seat, over the car-free street he was driving down. It was the middle of the night, and no moving cars were in sight.

“Bini...” you whined and grasped for his hand. “Please hurry.”

The two minute ride was completely silent as Changbin drove the rest of the way to the house he shared with Wooyoung. He knew the other boy would not be home that evening, as he had already made plans to stay with San that night. He wouldn't be home for a couple days if Changbin knew anything about his best friend.

You were shaking as he lead you through his front door. Before he could ask if you were okay again, you were pulling him by the hand to the couch. Your hands were shaking as you settled next to him. “Changbin..” you voice was barely above a whisper, but it affected Changbin in a way he was not prepared for.

“(y/n)?” His eyes didn't leave your pink lips as they closed the distance between his own.

For just a second, your skin lingered over his, a mere breath away. Changbin didn't wait for you to come closer, instead he grabbed either side of your face and pulled you deeply into him. His tongue darted between his lips to slide along the part of your own, begging for entrance, but not waiting for permission.

The moan that came from your throat drowned out the groan that came from his own. He swallowed the sound and drew more from you. His hand slid down to your throat, cold fingers gently wrapped around the column. He pulled you closer for just a moment before he pushed you away, hand still holding you by the neck.

“There's something I haven't been able to...” he swallowed hard, “get out of my head. Since the first day when you uh, got the whipped cream.”

A small giggle bubbled from you. “Just tell me what you want.” Changbin became acutely aware that your hands were clamped on his leather-clad thighs, and the head rush he got made him dizzy. He took three deep breathes to calm himself just enough to speak.

“I want your...ugh!” His hand ran through his hair, knocking the white cap he had been wearing onto the couch, as well as sending the strands of his hair flying in every direction. He looked a hot mess, teeth tugging at his bottom lip, only adding to his sexiness.

“Tell me, Bini, what you want. I need to know.” You whined. You looked up at him, soft lips already looking redder. Your tongue flicked out to wet those plush lips, sending waves of need through Changbin's body. His stomach clenched. “If you don't, I'll have to figure it out myself, won't I?” Your voice sounded innocent, but Changbin knew it was just an illusion. You were toying with him. You were also toying with the belt at his waist. Fingers teasingly tugged at the strap. Changbin was at a complete loss of words.

His hands slid into your hair, tugging you down until you were on the floor, kneeling in front of him. Your eyes were still wide, looking like a naive girl who had no idea what you were doing. He could tell from the faux hesitant actions that you were intentionally riling him up, but by god if it wasn't working. He was going to go straight to hell, and it would be worth every cursed second.

Your warm, pink tongue wet your lips again as fingers danced along the tab of his zipper. That slight release of pressure from his crotch was enough for him to grind his hips upwards. Changbin did not miss the smirk that played over those precious lips.

“Bini,” your voice was still whiny, “What is it that you want? Could you please tell me?”

Something in Changbin's head clicked, and he suddenly felt uncomfortable. “I.....don't think I should say. It's not appropriate.” He cleared his throat.

The facade you were holding broke at his words. “Your dick is five inches from my face and you think it's inappropriate to say what you want?”

“Wha!! It's just...that guy. I don't want to be like him.”

An actual laugh resounded. “Don't worry about things like that. It's a different situation. I am asking you to tell me what it is you want. What you've wanted since we first met?”

Changbin threw his head back, hands covered his face as he groaned.

You pushed yourself up, instead climbing into Changbin's lap. “Would you feel better if we touched a bit more first? Do you want me to tell you what I want from you?”

Changbin dropped his hands, met your gaze. “I mean, maybe it could help? Wh-what do you want from me?”

“First, I want you out of this shirt. You look fucking hot in it, but I know you work out, and I've seen you flex a couple of times and I want to see how you look underneath.” You tugged at his shirt, which was still tucked into his pants. He raised his arms to let roaming hands pull the offending cloth loose and over his head.

A breath hitched as his full chest came into view. “Fuck. You are...” your hands did the talking, grazing over his muscular shoulders, down his defined pecks, over his abdomen. He threw his head back as fingertips skimmed over his erect nipples, you leaned in close and blew against his heated skin, then flicked your tongue out and swirled around the peak. Changbin's hand found it's way back into your hair, drawing you closer to him as he tugged at the locks. His groans were low and gravely.

Your body was pressed in close to Changbin's, not quite touching, but he could feel your heat. Lips grazed along his thick neck, trailing up the throbbing vein, only taking a detour to drag your teeth along the protruding adam's apple, before finally finding purchase against his ear.

“Bini, I wanna know what you can do with those fingers.” Changbin felt you crotch settled against his. He knew he had to be imagining it, but he could almost feel your own throbbing against him. He was hard as a rock, though, and was certain you could feel it against your pussy. You grabbed his free hand, placed it against your neck where his fingers had just been coiled, lead him down the valley of your chest, down your stomach, to find the heat between your legs. Your were still wearing jeans, but he could feel the waves of warmth radiating from the spot you most wanted him.

Changbin didn't hesitate to roll you off of him, slamming your back to the seat of the couch, which elicited a giggle. His fingers made quick work of the button of your jeans, slid the zipper from its place, sliding the material down your hips. He knew he would get a chance to have your pretty pink lips wrapped around his cock, but he could wait. The idea of having you unraveled beneath him, hair messed, lips swollen, naked on your knees, that image toyed in his vision, and he knew that he would make sure it came to fruition. So, he would give you everything you wanted, satisfy every need, and wear you down, before he would ask to have his one wish fulfilled.

Changbin's fingers toyed over you heat, pressing against the cloth covering your swollen lips. He could feel the wet patch already on your panties, and he wasn't above teasing you about it.

“Baby girl, you already made yourself wet? Tell me if it was what that man said to you earlier?” You shook your head furiously to deny his accusation. “No, no way! It was you standing up to him for me. You looked,” a moan interrupted as Changbin pressed his fingers deeper into your still covered entrance, “looked so fucking sexy.” The last bit came out as a mere breath. Changbin happily watched as your chest heaved to catch up. “Bini, please touch me. I need your fingers inside me.” You desperately grabbed his wrist, pulling closer.

“Is that what had you all worked up in the car?” Realization dawned on Changbin. He could have slapped himself from how daft he had been. How could he have missed that you were turned on? He would more than make up for it now though.

“Yes-ahh...there.” Your voice was raised in pitch. One arm was thrown above your head as the other continued to draw him closer. Changbin watched with fascination as your body twisted beneath him.

He brushed the edge of your panties to the side, letting his fingertips slide along your dripping cunt, thirsty for his attention. His eyes flicked down to where his finger disappeared inside her, tongue flitting along his lips as he thought about how sweet your cunt would be. Your chest thrust forward, your own hands were tearing at your remaining clothes, struggling to free yourself from the confines. Changbin chuckled but did nothing to help, the sight threatened to tear him apart, but it was worth it. He slipped another finger inside and watched with amusement as your body twisted like a snake.

Changbin returned her favor by pressing his body against yours, taking it a step further to push you into the cushions of the couch, laying heavily on top of you. His lips brushed along the column of your throat, much the way you had done to him, nipping at the soft flesh just below your jaw, finally finding their way to the sensitive spot just behind your ear. You were moaning already and he wasn't even filling you up. Changbin smirked, his nose crinkling.

“Is that good enough baby girl?”

“Like hell it is!” You were clawing at Changbin's back, leaving bright red marks as your nails tried to sink into his flesh. Your hips were grinding against his hand, and you tried desperately to bury him deeper within. “Jesus, just fuck me with your fingers!” You groaned, head falling back as you were reduced to whimpers.

Changbin took the words to heart and thrust both fingers deep inside her, the palm of his hand pressed against her entrance. He twisted his fingers, wiggling them about tauntingly. But finally brought a sigh when his thumb rubbed against the little nub of your clit. While he knew he was far from an expert, and he might never be able to find the elusive “g-spot”, he did know that the clit was the closest thing to drive a woman crazy. His thumb pressed harder, which earned him a loud moan.

“How about now?”

“Yesss, like that.” Your eyes were closed and lips slightly parted. He could see that soft tongue held between her teeth.

Changbin took the opportunity to nudge your shirt over your chest, a blush crept over his cheeks as he watched your breasts rise and fall from the way his hand moved between your legs. He could feel your thighs occasionally tensing, coming closer before you consciously forced them to part to allow his hand to freely continue. Your chest was splattered with a dark pink blush, which climbed up your neck. Changbin's mouth connected with the curve of your breast, teeth crudely dragged along the tender skin, sucking hard, the spot turning a dark, angry red before a hint of purple appeared. He then moved to the other side, leaving a nearly identical mark in a spot slightly above where the first mirrored.

When he was satisfied with the marks, Changbin slipped his hand between your body and the couch, he struggled to find the clip of your bra as you did your best to still your body to help him out. Finally finding the clasp, Changbin separated the hooks until the article was loosely resting against your body, undone but trapped beneath the shirt you still donned.

Changbin slid one hand beneath the now useless bra, kneading your plump breast. He rolled your nipple between his thumb and forefinger, tugged gently, then moved to the other side.

“Ugh!” You had finally gotten fed up with Changbin's slow ministrations and pushed at his chest to sit up and pull the clothing from your body. He watched as your t-shirt and bra joined your jeans on the floor. As soon as you were finished, he pushed you back down and attached his lips to your now exposed nipple. You whined at the feeling of his warm mouth engulfing your breast, while his hand worked on teasing the other nipple.

His tongue swirled around the rosy peak, wetting your nipple before he blew a stream of air directly onto the wet skin. This earned him a rough tug at his hair, but only caused him to smirk and nip at the skin.

As Changbin continued to toy with his catch, he could feel your legs begin to shake from the pressure of his fingers, your thighs tried to clamp around his hand. However, he settled further between your legs, forcing you to wrap them around his waist instead of closing around his hand.

“Tell me, baby girl,” his voice had dropped a couple notes, “do you want to come against my hand?”

You breathed in, ready to answer, when Changbin cut you off.

“If you say yes,” he nuzzled her neck, “this will be over so soon. I can't promise I won't finish if my cock is buried inside you. But,” he nipped at your skin, “I can keep going if you want?” Changbin smirked at the whine his words elicited. He knew you wanted more, knew he could go longer with you if it was wanted, and the way your body was grinding against his, he knew you wanted it.

As Changbin's fingers worked harder to bring you to a climax, he crushed his mouth to yours. He was so desperate to see your lips swollen and bruised because of him. He so badly wanted your lips, puffy from his kisses, wrapped around his dick. The image had him moving more roughly against your entrance, thumb pressed harder into your clit, and he suddenly felt you unravel against him.

“Yes, that's it. That's my good girl, come for me, baby.”

Changbin's voice was rough and had you whimpering as you fell apart from his fingers.

As your heartbeat returned to a less erratic pace, Changbin pressed a more gentle kiss to the corner of your mouth. “Do you want more? Do you want to tell me what you want from me now? Or do you want me to guess?”

“Changbin, you are incorrigible.” You scoffed. He chuckled.

“Sit up.”

“Hmm?”

“I want you to sit up.”

Changbin moved away so you could do just that. You watched him as he knelt onto the floor in front of you, then turned you to face him, parted your legs, and moved between them. He tugged at your panties, dragging the clothing off your body. His eyes went back to the dripping treat before him. His tongue flicked over his lips in anticipation.

Finally realizing what Changbin was going to do, your hands hungrily grabbed at his locks, pulling him closer to your already soaking core. Changbin chuckled as he happily obliged. His lips locked onto your pussy, instantly lapping up the juices that had spilled already. His eyes rolled back as he tasted her salty, sweet cum.

“Fuck..” Changbin groaned, the vibrations sending sweet waves throughout your body. You relaxed deeper into the couch, one hand tangled in Changbin's hair as the other played with your own tits. You occasionally urged him closer, and other times pulled sharply at his hair.

Changbin's arms encircled your hips, drawing them upwards, allowing him to bury his face deeper between your legs. His tongue fervently delved deeper inside, making his way as deep into your core as he could reach. The muscle twisting and pressing against your walls desperate to bring you pleasure. He felt your hips grind against him, causing him to groan loudly.

Changbin seldom found himself eating a girl out, but never failed to enjoy doing so. This time, though, he was feasting as if his life depended on it.

He withdrew his tongue to tease your lips with his teeth, scraping them along the sensitive skin, tugging and nipping.

“Biiinni, please...god.” you gasped.

He continued to suck and reburied his tongue inside of you, wishing he hadn't already made plans for himself, so he could bury his cock so far inside of you that you would be feeling him for days. Or more so, feeling the absence of him. He wanted to make sure you would remember how he felt buried inside. But, he promised himself he would do that next time, if there was going to be a next time.

This time, he would try to make you come as hard as you could with his mouth.

He swallowed you juices, not allowing anything to escape his thirsty trap, his tongue hungrily licking even the corners of his own mouth to contain the taste, not wanting to waste a single drop.

You fingers tore at his hair, leaving him looking as much of a mess as you felt. He drew your hips even closer, unsure how to eliminate the remaining space between you, wanting to become so close there was no distinction between you and him.

“S-stop...I'm...Bini...” You whimpered.

“Come on, you can come for me again.”

“It's...ah, it's too much!!”

“It's okay, baby girl. Good girl, yes like that.”

He could feel your walls closing around his tongue, more of that thick fluid sliding down his throat, covering his lips and dribbling down his chin. When your hips stuttered against him, body slumped forward, he knew he finally had you spent.

Changbin crawled back over you, and kissed you roughly, shoving his tongue between your lips, letting you taste yourself from his mouth.

“How are you doing, baby girl?”

“Fuck Changbin...” Your arms lazily wrapped around his neck. He could feel your hips gently push against his thigh.

“Use your words, baby girl. Do you want more?”

“Bini,” your eyes were a bit hazy as you looked up at him through heavy lids, “You never told me what you wanted.”

“Not until I know you can't take anymore. I want to know you are satisfied.” He gently tucked a lock of hair behind your ear. “Tell me what else I can do for you.”

“You can tell me what you want.” Your lips made way to his neck, suckling roughly. He could feel your heated chest against his own. Both your breathing was rough. “Tell me, Changbin, please?” You whispered against his ear. He groaned as his resolve cracked.

“I will tell you, if you promise you will let me know if you can handle more after I tell you?”

“I promise.”

Changbin groaned, he pulled away to meet your eyes. He loved the way you looked so thoroughly fucked. Your hair could have been a bit messier, but he was willing to fix that problem. Your lips were red and swollen from his kisses, but also slightly cracked from the way your teeth dug into the skin as he had you coming the second time.

“Okay, I want,” he leaned in close to whisper in your ear, “you on your knees as your pretty lips swallow my dick whole. I want to watch as I fuck your face. I want you to look up at me as tears fill your beautiful eyes while you choke on my dick. But, I want you so fucked out and helpless as you look up at me. Do you think you can be a good girl and do that for me, baby?” His fingers were closed around your throat, thumb rubbing along the length. “Do you think you can do that for daddy?”

Your eyes went wide. “Fuck.” The word was a mere hiss.

When you pushed against him, Changbin felt his heart drop. He was sure you would be turned off and disturbed by his request. However, it stopped for a full second before hammering into overdrive as you settled on her knees in front of him.

“Like this?” There was a brief pause, tongue nervously flicked out, as you hesitated, “Daddy?”

Changbin let out an audible groan at the word. He rarely liked to be called that, but the way you had looked up at him with those innocent eyes earlier, all he wanted was to hear you submit to him just like this.

“That's a good girl.” He muttered as he slid to the edge of the couch, guiding you closer to him. You reached out to finish opening his pants. The leather was cool against your sweating palms, you found yourself rubbing your hands up and down his thighs. “You're probably going to be the death of me.” Changbin growled, fingers twisting in the locks of your hair.

“Good.” You mumbled, hands still fumbling with his pants. “Because I'm pretty sure you killed me at least twice, and I want payback.” You glanced up, a smirk across your lips.

Changbin pulled roughly at your hair, eliciting a yelp. “Just be a good girl and suck me off already.”

“Yessir.” you taunted.

You finally peeled back the leather pants, sliding them along with his boxers down to his knees. A fairly loud gasp came from you as you finally took in his full erect cock.

“What is it?” Changbin worried his bottom lip with his teeth, fearing you were going to be unimpressed. He was sure he had thoroughly satisfied you, and now he was so close to the heaven he was a patient good boy for, and you weren't going to give in because he was less than you expected. He knew he wasn't the biggest in that area, but he was fairly confident he was endowed enough to please a woman. He had been told once or twice that he was surprisingly good. He had also been turned down a small handful of times after a girl had gotten him out of his pants.

“You're so...” your voice trailed off as you took his penis into your hands, using both to encircle his thickness.

“So....?”

Your eyes flicked up to him and you smiled sweetly. “Are you worried?”

“Fuck yes, just tell me.”

“Or,” you leaned in, “I can show you?”

Not giving him time to reply, you enclosed him into your mouth. He watched as your eyes widened, mouth stretching to accommodate his size. He felt you run your tongue along the bottom of his length, sending his back arching, eyes fluttered shut when it came to swipe along the tip.

“How was that?” You whispered as you released him with a pop.

“So good.” He met your eyes again and continued to watch as you returned to bring him into your mouth, one hand wrapped around the base, holding him steady so you could bob your head up and down along him. Your tongue swirled around him, as much as possible, as you struggled to keep him inside. You paused a few times to breathe in deeply, but would always take him back in.

He watched as a single tear drop rolled down your cheek, reached up to brush it away with his thumb, brought it to his mouth and sucked the drop away. You looked so good taking him as well as you could. God he could watch your head bouncing up and down all day. He enjoyed the way you pulled away to tentatively poke out your tongue and lick his head like a lollipop, then sucked away the leaking precum.

“D...daddy?” You mewled, your nails dug into his thighs, he could tell you were somewhat nervous.

“What is it, baby girl?” He choked on the words.

“Am I doing okay? A-are you enjoying this?”

“More than I could tell you.” He stroked your cheek for just a second before pulling you back onto his throbbing cock. His hips jolted forward before you were fully settled, and something about the strangled sound coming from your throat, the way your throat closed around him, had him groaning in rapture. He continued thrusting in, watching you desperately try to keep up with him. Your body moved up, hands gripped his thighs tightly, as you tried to move with each thrust.

Changbin's head rolled back on the edge of the couch as his hips drove deeper into your mouth. His hands were both buried in her hair, tugging you down while holding you as still as possible. The sight of your drool spilling down your chin, soon to be mixed with his cum, had him circling the edge. He wanted to feel more, have your teeth against the sensitive skin, have you whimpering, have you shamelessly moaning his name as you took him deeper. His hips stuttered to a halt as he finally exploding in your mouth.

He looked down to see the way the white beads dribbled down your jaw, your tongue flicked out to catch what you could, the back of your hand wiping away what you couldn't. Your eyes never broke contact with his as you did so.

He reached down to capture your jaw, holding you in place as he slid down to kneel in front of you. As you maintained eye contact, he leaned in, your bodies pressed together, his lips made contact with yours in a soft, but searing kiss. Changbin held you in his arms, refusing to let go until he had his fill.

You finally pushed at his chest, giggling as you did so. “Bini, stop! That's ticklish!”

“What is?” He pulled away, a giggle bubbling up from him as well.

“Your hair! I can feel it all over my face.”

“Ah, is that so?” He leaned in, rubbing his hair against your face. “How is this?” He was still giggling as he pulled you closer, unwilling to part just yet.

“Yesss!!!” You pushed at his chest, but found yourself wrapping your hands around his arms. Your giggles slowly turned into soft moans. “Bin, ah...” Your forehead was pressed against him. “I um...I enjoyed that. Doing that with you.”

“Me too.” He left a quick peck on your lips.

“I have a secret.” your voice was almost too low to hear, but Changbin managed to pick up on the words.

“What's that?”

“I might have suggested to Wooyoung to switch partners. I uh...I was hoping I'd get to work with you, but Sooyoung told me that you and Wooyoung always worked together. I never thought we'd do this. But, you're so cute that I wanted the chance to work with you.”

A low rumble came from Changbin's chest as he began to laugh. “You manipulated Wooyoungie to convince the professor to split us up, because you knew he would pair you and me if Wooyoung decided to follow his dick, because you wanted to just work with me? Without expectations?”

“I mean, I wouldn't say there were no expectations. Of course I was hoping it would come to....something like this. But, it wasn't like I would be disappointed if it didn't?”

“Does Wooyoung know you think I'm cute?” Changbin nuzzled your neck.

“Um, no. Only Sooyoung does.”

“If Sooyoung knows, than Chan knows. You are aware of that, right?”

You groaned. “No..ugh. He will find no end in teasing me if he ever finds out we did this. So, don't tell him.”

“That's going to be hard. Pretty sure he already knows that I was...more than interested in you. And also, he's going to be the first to know when we fuck somewhere in the Language Arts building.”

“Uh, what?”

“Oh yeah. You didn't think I was going to be done with you after one night, did you? Hell nah. I'm going to make sure I have made sure you are never going to be fulfilled by another man before I let you get away from me.” Changbin held you closer. “I might even wait until we are both old and wrinkly. There is a teachers' bathroom on the third floor that no one actually ever uses. I will probably have to suck off Chan to get the code for it, but I think it'll be worth it. That's probably how he'll find out I'm banging you in there. But, it is definitely going to be worth it.”

“Wait, why are you the one sucking off Chan?”

“Because there is no way I'm going to let you near him until I know you are done for other men, duh.”

“Wait, is that what Wooyoung told Chan that you were bitching about the other day?”

“Yeah. Yeah, it was.”

“You are-”

“Sexy? Amazing? The cutest?” Changbin flashed a dazzling smile.

“Yes. All of those things.” You stretched in Changbin's arms. “But, it is also really late, and I should get back, now.” You pressed a soft kiss to his lips. “I didn't drive myself to the party, and I am sure Sooyoung will be worried about me.”

Changbin scoffed. “Sooyoung is definitely not worried about you.”

“Why would you say that?” You looked worried, and slightly upset.

“Because she knew damn well that Wooyoung had forced me to go to that stupid party. She never would have left you alone for that long if she didn't suspect that I would end up taking you home. And, your phone hasn't gone off this whole time. You really think she doesn't know that I have you?”

“Okay, those are all reasonable. But also, suspicious. And rude. Wow, she really just abandoned me so you could shoot your shot. What an asshole.”

“Yeah, I mean that sounds exactly like something Sooyoung would do. I am just surprised Chan hasn't started bitching me out for bringing you here? Anyway, you're staying here tonight, because tomorrow I am going to show you what this dick can really do.”

“Uh, we are supposed to start working on our assignment this weekend? And don't think I've forgotten that you lied to me about being busy with Wooyoung all weekend.”

“That!! Was a lie, I admit. But, I promise to make up for it.” Changbin's nose scrunched cutely. You pushed him away, tried to crawl farther away, but Changbin followed, whining.

“Nah, don't look at me like that. And find me some clothes. I am filthy because of you.”