#he’s got rough phalanges

[aka-indulgence]

I’m a very city girl and now I’m imagining going to the country side and meeting farmtale Sans…

You moved there for some reason and need a place to stay, Sans was kind enough to give you somewhere to stay with some chores to do to lower your rent. You’re not experienced and you’re not that good with the chores- sometimes farm animals freak you out (cows are big, theres so many chickens, what iS THAT GIANT SPIDER?!), you can’t move heavy stuff around, even the tools are heavy for you.

And… Sans thinks you’re cute. He can do the work you do much faster than you could, but he likes your company. Every time you drop a stack of hay and panic he can’t help but chuckle and throw it on top of the pile in his arms. He likes how you’re impressed by his skill with tools and the fact that he can drive tractors. You may not be good at your job, but he likes that you want to learn anyway. You like the animals when he teaches you how to read their behavior better.

He really likes it when he saves you from a giant bug and you give him “my hero” eyes…

“those darn eyes are gonna be the death of me.”

[sweetiecutie]

Part nine: fingering~ 🩷 Kinktober Masterlist 🩷

Pairing: Simon Ghost Riley x fem! Reader

Warnings: NSFW, mdni, fingering, kinda mirror sex(?), dirty talk, one (1) pussyslap

Getting a huge wall mirror was definitely a good decision, otherwise you wouldn’t end up like this - sprawled out on Simon’s lap, legs wide open with on of his meaty arms delved in between your trembling thighs, nimble fingers working wonders to your pussy and, most importantly, you could see everything. Every smallest flick of man’s wrist, every swipe of his calloused thumb against your needy clit - fuck, that was sexy.

Filthy squelching sounds your pussy was making was one of the causes of bright pink dusting your cheeks; your lips were puffy from constant nibbling, eyes sparking with need and excitement as you watched two thick digits slip easily inside of you, greedy cunt swallowing every centimetre, clenching hard around Simon’s digits, wanting to keep him buried inside. But he pulled out, thumb pressing onto swollen bud of your clit, making you wriggle slightly, his hard-on prominent and obvious against the softness of your ass.

Ghost’s free from your pussy hand was stroking up and down your sides, pinching and twirling your nipples sending electric shocks straight to your clit, making you whine and mewl in his arms; your own hands holding onto Simon’s forearms for some kind of grounding, your grip so tights it left white marks on his scarred skin, but it was the last thing on both your minds.

His thick fingers ran up and down your slit, index and middle spreading your folds open, exposing your fluttering hole. Your breath got caught in your throat, cunt clenching without you even intending to, causing Simon’s thin lips to curl in shit-eating grin - he knew exactly what he was doing to you.

- Look at this pretty pussy, all wet and dripping. All this f’me? - Simon inquired, his eyes darting from fascinating view of your cunny up to your bleary eyes, meeting your gaze through the mirror. You swallowed hard, noticing how dilated Ghost’s pupils were, turning his eyes black.

Loud yelp tore through your chest, scratching your throat, whole body jolting violently as Simon placed a rough slap across your spread out pussy, your arousal dripping down the cleft of your ass and soaking Ghost’s sweatpants, forming a noticeable dark stain on grey fabric.

- I asked you a fucking question, doll.

You nodded your head vigorously, your chest heaving with intensity of your increased breathing - you were so horny it was hard to form coherent sentences.

- Yes, all for you Master, - you slurred, voice small and breathy, but enough for Simon to hear.

Ghost hummed in approval, shoving his index and middle back into your seeping hole, stuffing you full. He fucked them in and out of your slippery warmth a few times before pulling slicked digits back out; bringing them up to your face, Simon spread them into a V - silver strings connected his phalanges, shining in soft light of bedside lamp.

- My my, look how messy you are, - man tutted, his chest rumbling with low chuckle. He rubbed slicked fingers together, wet sounds of your arousal squelch tore through thick white noise filling your ears. Even before Simon spoke up again you knew exactly what he wanted, letting your mouth fall open. - That’s a good girl, gonna clean ‘em f’me, yeah?

You gladly accepted him inside of your mouth, tongue swilling and licking his fingers, tasting your own juices off his skin. Pulling his hand away Simon brought it back to your pussy, unapologetically forcing three fingers into your fluttering hole, making you squeal out at sudden but pleasurable addition.

- Now be a good girl and get ‘em all dirty again.

[ancha-aus]

RealAgeAU Drabble - Curious Sight

What is this?! Two Drabbles?! @spotaus It is more likely than you think.

Mostly because i was REAL impressed you guys managed to keep it equal. like how? Also because i really wanted to do both so here you go! both!

This one is a lot shorter though hihi

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Just his luck.

Why did he have to have a favourite pie in a whole other universe?

The Toriel looks very apologetic “I am very sorry. They just sold out very quickly this time. I will have new ones tomorrow morning!”

Blue smiles as he pushes down the disappointment “It is okay! I can always try again later.”

Toriel smiles before motioning towards the other goods she has for sale “Anything else? The cupcakes are amazing today.” she smiles.

Blue shakes his skull “No that is alright. Thank you so much for checking!” he waves and leaves the small bakery.

He sighs as he stands outside.

Damnit.

His luck sucks today. He had hoped he could cheer himself up with some nice pie but it seems like they are out after all. Ugh. Then again, maybe it is his own fault for liking things outside his own universe so much.

Blue looks from side to side. Maybe he can look around a bit? See if there is another bakery. He doubts it because the town, and well this very universe, is very small and he hadn’t seen it when he visited this place with the Stars all that time ago.

But well. He doesn’t really have anything planned today.

He looks left and right and decides to go right for now. He wanders down the street and waves at people along the way.

Okay. So he can’t get the cherry hazelnut pie he wanted. Which is a shame. But he can do something else to cheer him up!

It had just been rough in his underground. Alphys had been very distrusting of the human this time around and it had been exhausting to get her to at least try to get to know them. That is not even the multiverse mess.

At least people don’t demand his help at every turn anymore. Sure he loves helping others but before it got so bad. Back when Dream was still doing the positive guardian thing. People had also demanded help of Blue. And Blue loves to help! But there had been the fear that if he said no it would reflect badly on Dream and Ink.

There is a reason he hardly travelled the multiverse alone before. It was just easier to give himself rest that way.

But now with Dream officially having a new god goal and Ink still being MIA it means people stopped bothering Blue all the time!

Blue tries to ignore the hurt that thinking about Ink brings. He had done so much to help Ink and had thought they had been friends! That Blue meant something to the other! Apparently not. Seeing as Ink hasn’t even shown his face anywhere yet, aside from meetings but Blue doesn’t really count that. They don’t even hang out afterwards. Ink just leaves again.

Blue shakes his skull and keeps walking. It is fine. Ink is also a god and probably busy with god stuff. Reaper was going to talk with Error and Ink about their godhood after all. Ink is probably just busy.

Blue just… he hopes Ink didn’t just… forget him…

Blue shakes his skull and pats his own cheeks twice. Come on Blue! Snap out of it! You got this! No need to dwell on the negatives. Especially if you don’t know what Ink’s reason is! There is no reason to worry or feel sad about things you don’t even know yet!

Blue sighs as he grabs his phone. His phalange hovering over Dream’s icon. No. Dream is dealing with enough. And asking him to track down Ink just so Blue can ask him why he doesn’t want to hang out anymore is just… a lot.

Blue scrolls through his contacts and pauses when he sees Red’s name. Huh. It has been a while since he hang out with Red. Maybe the two of them can go to some motorcross universe and drive a set of bikes around? Just go fast and have fun with a friend? He taps a message and sends it.

Blue grins at his phone as he waits. Oh this is going to be great. Just him and a friend having fun and talking about motorcycles!

A ping and Blue grins before it falls. Red says he can’t at the moment. Bad run going on in his universe and that his brother is very stressed. Apparently the last reset had gone very badly and Red had died and apparently Edge had gotten somekind of memory or dream about it and is hovering a lot more than usual.

Blue sighs but types back that he gets it and if he needs help just to let him know. Red answers with a thumbs up and a thanks.

Blue sighs and just looks up. Huh. He recognises these streets but can’t quite remember where from. Maybe all these areas just look alike? Blue shrugs and looks back at his phone.

Maybe he can ask Sans, or whatever everyone decides to call him. Sans is a bit… strange. No one is quite sure why, Sans least of all. It is just weird how everyone just decided that no nickname really fit him. They tried Comic and Classic. But in the end everyone just ends up referring to him with Sans.

Which is weird as fuck with all of them originally being Sans. Yet Sans is the most Sans.

It is hard to explain.

He finds the number and grins as he is typing a message.

A moment later he answers that he is down to hang out.

Blue grins as he starts typing, not really paying attention to where he is going. He texts his friend about maybe going to Outertale to just hang out at the café. Or even to try and find a new universe.

Sans says he is down and asks if he wants to meet wherever he is now to travel together or to meet at Outertale and search for each other there.

Blue thinks and is about to type for Sans to come to him as he looks up for a reference for Sans to teleport to. Only to freeze.

That is the Cuddly Cat.

More importantly.

That is the back of Killer’s jacket leaving around the side of the building.

Blue doesn’t even answer the text as he runs towards the other road.

He gets there just in time to see the portal melt shut. Blue searches for the right app on his phone and holds it near the slowly fully closing rift. Praying he was fast enough to manage and get there in time.

It takes a moment and the signal the app is picking up disappears. But it is still loading and Blue stares at the program as it slowly slowly loads.

Then it pops up with coordinates to an universe!

Blue stares in shock before seeing another message of Sans appear at the top. He quickly texts him that he is very sorry but that he just spotted the gang out and about.

Sans’s reply is mostly confused. Asking why it matters as Sans thought that was all already solved? So why try and track their movement?

Blue is thorn. Does he share that Dream doesn’t actually know if Nightmare is dead? That Dream is actually looking for Nightmare?

Blue ends up typing that Dream still wants to personally apologise for the gang and Sans says he gets it and just let him know when he got time to hang.

Blue sighs as he opens the right chat window and starts to type. But then removes the message as he tries to type one again.

Over and over as he struggles over what to exactly say before he settles on a message.

“I saw the gang. I know to which universe they went. We got a lead if you want to check it out?”

And he waits.

His phone pings.

“Please.”

Seems like he got plans after all.

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[dayasusays]

“loneliness as love” partly 18+

bruce wayne x fem!reader

words : 1315

tw / cw : partly sexual content, hard sex, angst, “i know who you pretend i am” stuff, reader is wearing lipstick, mention of exes

for better experience :

you’re just two lonely people trying to pretend to love each other.

as bruce fucks you, gripping your hair you moan muffledly, biting your lip; he's rough tonight, his thrusts fast and precise, hitting the sensitive spots inside. you whimper as wayne puts his fingers to your mouth and smudges your lipstick, making you lick a couple of phalanges: another fetish you don't even know where it came from.

as bruce gives you one last kiss, you close your eyes for a second and imagine that you are loved. imagine that you are not in bed with someone who comes just to fuck, but with someone you love and who loves you back.

you stare at the ceiling, trying to realize what just happened. you promised yourself last time that the next time he came over, you'd say no and tell him like it is: you don't just want sex anymore. but for some reason, you couldn't get a word out of yourself when wayne came close to you and asked how your day was, how work was today and what you had for dinner. smell him and gasp with desire in the same second; feel his hands on your waist and sigh quietly, trying to be closer; feel him inside you and almost cry at how good it felt.

you promise yourself again that you'll stop; that you'll tell him to stop when strong arms pick you up to carry you to bed.

but now, with bruce towering over you, you realize again that you can't say anything.

"i love you," you hear him say as he snuggles closer to you.

"love". wayne always whispered that worthless "love" as if he needed an excuse for all of this; when he fucked you so deep and rough, he kept whispering "love", making you moan wildly; when bruce got up, got dressed, and left, he just kept quiet. and there was no hidden "love" in his silence.

"you don't," you squeeze out, pulling away from his lips, "stop saying that. please," you sigh, your fingers lightly pulling back the material of his suit and going over it.

"you always liked it."

"and i don't like it anymore," you bite back, covering your eyes, "just stop."

and wayne nods slowly, pulling you back into the kiss.

when you open your eyes, all you see in front of you is bruce's face. beautiful, with half closed eyes and a little bit of blood; but it's bruce.

bruce wayne who comes to your house every three days to fuck you good. bruce wayne who whispers that goddamn "i love you" and it doesn't mean anything. bruce wayne you wish you could see someone else in.

you cling to his shoulders and reach for him. kissing so desperately, as if you'd suffocate without his kisses; as if he were a lifeline that would finally help you get rid of these stupid feelings. finally save you from these eternal thoughts and give you peace.

"are you okay?" bruce asks, pulling away and looking into his eyes.

you're not okay.

you know it, but you don't dare answer the question; because wayne was nothing to you. he's nothing now, he was a friend years ago, he was your first boyfriend a little earlier.

but now he's nothing. he's just a sex partner.

"what about you? are you okay?" you answer a question with a question and notice his blue eyes sparkle in the moonlight.

bruce doesn't answer either.

it all makes sense now.

you're not okay and neither is he, which is why you're here now.

in the bedroom of your apartment, kissing and trying to pretend to love each other so that this endless emptiness will just go away; no matter what ways, because it's just unbearable.

feeling unloved hurts. thinking that it will be like that for the rest of your life hurts even more.

so here you are, clinging desperately at wayne and feeling the same desperation in return as he leans closer to seal a kiss on your lips.

when you pull away, you stare again into his soft blue eyes, which are also staring into yours.

you find yourself wanting to cry as you look at bruce: the bat emblem on his suit, the bloodstains on his face, the three-day stubble, the pressed lips.

you see bruce wayne in front of you. batman. gotham hero.

you bury your forehead into his chest, squeezing him in a hug and whispering something inaudible; all he can make out is an apology.

"are you okay?" he repeats his question again, but a little softer.

"no," you say softly, pressing your cheek against his, "and you?"

he doesn't say anything.

and he has absolutely no idea how it started.

you were his friend. then you were his girlfriend. then you were his sex partner.

you broke up peacefully when you realized that love just ran out. and there was nothing wrong with that; it seemed so normal that you just decided to stay friends.

you were there for him when he was going through the most difficult moments of his life, you comforted him and you always knew when and what to say.

at one point you just slept together. and it happened again and again and again until you were distant from each other.

and bruce is sorry.

he's been sorry so many times, and he's wanted your friendship back, but it just seemed impossible.

"are you okay, bruce?"

"no," he feels like he's confessing to the worst crime in human history. "i'm not okay. we're not okay."

he's putting some of his truth into this conversation, and you can't help but agree.

you see bruce wayne in front of you, he sees you in front of him.

and it pains him to admit that when he opens his eyes, he wishes he saw someone else.

you're not her.

you're not the woman who made him feel that flutter in his chest; who kissed him on the rooftops at night; who, at one point, was everything.

"i'm sorry," you whisper, hugging him again.

"what are you apologizing for?"

"i dunno... for all of it," you chuckle bitterly, nervously running your fingers over his.

you're apologizing because you realize you want anyone but him in front of you.

"don't," bruce whispers back, leaving a kiss on the top of your head that means it's okay, "it's not your fault."

he wraps his arms around you, squeezing you as tightly as he can, and says a name that doesn't even remotely sound like yours.

"i miss her," wayne confessed.

"i know," you parry back, pulling away and kissing him again, as if that's supposed to help, "i wish i was her."

he looks into your eyes and swallows when he sees tears in them.

and you both face the ugly truth when you realize how alone you are.

so much so that you call each other when it's completely unbearable; when you need at least someone around to hug, kiss, and eventually make love have sex with.

you almost feel sick at the thought.

"i love you," he says so quietly that only you can hear; so quietly, as if he doesn't want the world to hear it, as if it's almost a secret. and from his lips it sounds like a release.

"i love you," you repeat after bruce, pulling him in for another kiss that feels like salvation.

"i love you" is like "i'll save you" as you throw life preservers to each other and don't notice you're drowning yourself.

"you" and "him" as the "we" you might have become when you bump noses before kissing and apologizing to each other.

"loneliness" as "love" as he looks into your eyes and cries for the first time in over a year.

you're two lonely people trying to pretend to love each other.

ty for reading !! 💌

[imtrashraccoon]

Hello friend~! ♥ Congrats again on gaining 200 followers!

May I request a Don't Imagine with Maul? Maybe with an extra side of fluff?

I'm good with Reader being female in this request. ♥

(I hope this is enough details. ;w; Good luck friend! You got this! ♥)

Hello! 💜 I'm not sure why but I always picture "Horror Sans" characters as being right at home in the woods... (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠���⁠ꈍ⁠)

Don't imagine your caravan being attacked by bandits and being left for dead after they stole everything of value. How it's late fall and you're too far away from civilization for any hope of rescue.

Don't imagine being woken up by a large skeleton when he presses his rough phalanges against your throat to check your pulse. How he seems relieved that you're alive and while you can tell he's confused about what could've happened, he doesn't ask any questions.

Don't imagine him picking you up as if you weigh nothing and striding off into the forest, despite any protests you might make. How he brings you to a small camp he had set up earlier and assures you that everything will be okay.

Don't imagine how gentle he is as he tends to your injuries, despite how his large hands shake as he works. How he apologizes as delicate things are difficult for him and how fondly he looks at you when you thank him for even helping in the first place.

Don't imagine him wrapping you up in several incredibly soft furs and how he affectionately pets your head, visibly marvelling at the texture of your hair. How his cheekbones take on a red glow when he realizes that you've noticed and how he quickly busies himself with something else.

Don't imagine how amazing the stew that he makes you smells and how adorable he looks when he asks if he can feed you. The night is rather chilly after all and it would be a shame if you had to remove the furs to eat. How the stew is thick and hearty with plenty of vegetables and venison so tender that it nearly melts in your mouth.

Don't imagine that as the night stretches on and the moon rises, you shudder as an icy breeze picks up despite the roaring fire. Definitely don't imagine him silently laying down behind you and wrapping an arm around your waist to keep your back warm. How he pulls you closer and rests his chin on the top of your head. How his thumb absentmindedly rubs circles against your abdomen over the furs.

Don't imagine how warm his bones are and how it seems to radiate off of him, chasing the chills from your body. How his voice seems to rumble when he quietly asks if this is too much. How he nuzzles against the back of your head and nearly purrs when you answer him.

First & Next Request

[tmwcs]

nah what if heethan gets drunk and goes all googly mode with reader

I did a small Drabble of this before, I think it’s in my ML but I’ll have to find it for you. But bottom line, heethan gets veeeeeeeeery…in the mood in an entirely different way. Like he’s still dominant and kind of gets very relaxed, like he’s not as aggressive (though he still is) but the big thing he likes to do to reader whenever he’s drunk (which reader always identifies and is the biggest indicator that he’s had drinks in his system) is that he tickles her p*ssy. That’s his thing when he’s drunk. So if he gets drunk and all googly, he’ll pretty much cling on to her (really not much different than how he normally is) but might get a bit giggly and extra mushy with love for you…

He walks in the room, apparently the fiesta downstairs was more than a colloquy. His kids were permanently half shut as he eyeballed you upon entering his room.

“How as the time with the guys downstairs? You guys sounded like you had a lot to catch up on.” You chuckle as you kept reading your book.

“It….waaas good….” He speaks in with a deep tone as he releases a single and tiny hiccup in between his words. “God you’re so pretty.”

“I know, you think I’m beautiful.” You jest as you internally rolled your eyes. He can be so silly at times. “Why don’t you shower and come to bed?”

“I mean it…you’re beautiful….”

“Thank you baby.”

“Too beautiful…”

“O-okay…”

He comes closer and hovers over you on the bed. His cheeks slightly flushed red from all the liquor. “Mmmm….fuck you look good.”

“Heeseung stoooop.”

“Nooooooo.” He mimics your vibe and playfully drags out his word while lighting up his tone a bit. “Come heeeeeeeere.”

“N-no! Heeeeung w-wait—“

He flips you over and kisses the back of your neck. Spooning you aggressively, he harshly raises your thigh as he sucks on your neck. He didn’t even take off his shoes, jacket, or his hat.

His hand feeds under your camisole nightie and you recognize the movements. “No! Heeseung not that!”

It was something he always did when he got drunk, and for the life of you you can’t understand why it was the one thing he always had to commit to when under the influence.

“Stop! Wait!” You were slightly sore from the earlier session, where he was sober and pounding into you in his usual nature, which was rough and passionate, painful yet pleasing. At the end of it, you felt stretched out and tender, not in the mood to be tickled.

“Did you miss da-d-d-y?” He smirks against your skin as he hooks a finger ominously your panties.

“Wait!”

He takes a whiff of the air. “Mmm smells like you did. You smell sweet.”

“Heeseung!”

His fingers tap against your clit and carrying out his inebriated behavior, he tickles you. An endless rotation of patterns and movements committed by his fingers as he taps, flicks, motions, and plunges his phalanges in a an around your womanhood. “Tickle tickle tickle.” He smirks and chuckles darkly against your cheek. The smell of his musk cologne penetrates your nostrils.

“Sssssstop……” you slur your words and begin to moan as he kept going. You’re getting more and more moist as he keeps up the momentum.

“Nnnnnnoo.” Again, mimicking your tone he drags out the drags out his lettering, in a sensual and yet, playful tone.

When all was said and done, you lay sore and tender. His fingers coated with the glaze of your reproduction while he offensively kicks it off while glaring down at you, hinting half smirk while showing off his teeth.

“I-I need to shower…” you stutter as the moisture glazed your inner thighs.

“I’d wait on that if I were you baby. We’re not finished yet.”

You gaze at him with horror in your expression. “But—“

“I SAID—we’re not finished yet.”

“He-Heeseung I can’t—“

Grabbing your neck, he pins you down in the bedding and grins while telling you…

“Wrong name baby.” >:)

[dayacakrawala]

If you knew how many nasty medical kink ideas parade through my brain, you'd feel pity for me. Today it's Spinister giving Fulcrum a bottom surgery, part 1/2. The procedure of reformatting Fulcrum into a K-con was quick and rough. Living weapon production prioritizes rate and efficiency over individual approach and actually making it comfortable for patients. Fulcrum heard about those who got their post-reformatting dysphoria so awful they asked to be used as fast as possible, ironically, not because of their passion for The Cause. Maybe it was done this way on purpose.

Some of Fulcrum's components have felt like not sitting right since the reformation. And now, when the war is over, it hits even harder, but it's not the worst issue. The worst is that now he doesn't have to die and can enjoy life for a little while, before they run into the DJD again. But he's missing some parts designed for life enjoyment. Long story short, his spike and valve are long gone, his interface panel is sealed.

That's what he told Spinister, who is now working between his legs. Fulcrum's sensors below his waist are shut down, so it's a loud "A-ha!" that tells him the seal's finally come off. Spinister clicks, eyeing the bare array.

"Dirty work," he says, sounding amused. Fulcrum is looking now too, and the whole thing is… unsettling. Dented, crumpled metal. Melted wiring. Well, maybe Fulcrum shouldn't feel shy about Spinister staring at his junk, because there's no junk, technically. This thought is not helping, though.

"They uprooted your fun parts but left the spike housing in place. The juice system seems fine too," Spinister's finger is pointing at a hole with rippled edges that used to be a spike housing. "I can't restore your hoo-ha and ding-dong, sorry, no spare materials. But I can make a neo-cunny from your spike housing. If I fix the tubing, you'll get all nice and wet when horny again! I just need to rewire it here and ri-ight there. You like being spiked?"

Heat washes through Fulcrum's energon vessels in a wave. And maybe it's a glitch in his audio processing, but Spinister sounds… suggestive?

"You mean you can create a valve?" Fulcrum asks hesitantly.

"Short and cute one, yeah!"

Short and cute sounds better than nothing at all. And to be honest, Fulcrum really liked being spiked back then.

So, for the next half an hour, he's staring at the ceiling with his sensors still numb and only his spread-out pose and Spinister's soft humming telling him about the magic being performed. When they're finished, he's hesitating again, not sure if he's ready to see the result now. Maybe it's better to thank the doc, close his panels, and explore himself (in any way it takes) in the safety of his hab. But Spinister's "C'mon, look, that's a cute one" makes him in-vent deeply. And look.

And oh damn, it's a valve. Placed where his spike used to be. Smaller than his old one. But it's definitely a valve, with delicate petals tightly closed over it. Even a small node is visible below the entrance. Could be a beautiful minibot cunt, Fulcrum thinks, feeling weirdly hot. He's not a narcissist or shit, no, but seeing his own array functional again fills him with so much happiness that it quickly transforms into excitement, then into arousal. With his sensors awoken back through the medical panel, he can feel his neo-valve fucking TINGLING.

"Wanna give it a test drive?" Spinister asks, admiring his work and reaching with his finger to touch. Fulcrum nods weakly and pushes his hips up. And oh, he's feeling, he's feeling it.

Lubricant's oozing out while Spinister's big fingertip's circling the external lining, testing the sensitivity, or teasing, or toying, or everything at the same time. When his pad brushes the node and slips lower, the fleshy petals stick tightly around his phalange, and Fulcrum's overloading. His insides are clenching. Mechanisms that used to help his spike pressurize are spasming haltingly, as if confused by their new function. So odd and sweet at the same time. Fulcrum can't hold back a whine.

Spinister lets him catch his breath for several seconds before standing up, but not to move away.

"See, it worked," he says, his plating proudly (or eagerly?) puffing up. "I'll spike you now, right?"

[magic-hcs]

Can I have a lil scenario of all my favorite things combined? 👀

Charon + meeting soulmate + ANGST 😈

PS: I absolutely adore your blog, your energy and writing always make my day 🥰

of course you can my dear anon! I loved writing this and accidentally wrote more than I thought I would. I hope you like it!

And Oh god, when i tried to save it to edit it a bit more on a different device it got deleted and i was about to yeet my laptop into space, and rage quit for a while (since I'm still healing from that writing burnout) and cry, luckily search history didn't let me down and I took back everything I just wanted to do in anger and sadness. deadass I copy and pasted everything I edited on a doc before trying anything again. So truly I hope you all enjoy!

Charon: Underfell Papyrus

warnings: angst, no comfort, Charon is rude, instant regret, first words are written on the body, maybe more

Time to cast some magic and see what we'll get!✨

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Charon: Ever had the feelings of regret becoming so strong it makes you bend your back at the sudden weight that whacks you upside the head and rams into you like a train?

Today had been one hell of a rough day. Despite the urge to scream his frustration to the heavens, he pushes on. He had to go shopping for dinner tonight, Charon refuses to do takeout. Healthy food made by Charon is superior to the sort of grub those order places serve up any day of the week. So to the store Charon goes, feeling like even the slightest inconvenience would set him off. Right when Charon couldn't find a specific ingredient a human walks up to him. you opened your mouth but Charon was faster.

"GET LOST HUMAN" Charon barked in your face. Hoping that you would leave him alone after this. But the reaction that he received from you wasn't you scuttling away in fear, or a face frowned in anger. Instead, it was a face of expected shock and unexpected devastated sadness mixed with resignation. Charon noticed your eyes were close to tears as you avert your gaze. With a sniff you roll your shoulders and straighten your back, as if wanting to push through some unbearable hardship. "Alright," you mumble, sniffing one last time and turning to the aisle they both were next to. "I'll get these myself then..." Right as you reach out your arm to grab at the can standing way too high up for your reach, Charon sees it: There on the inside of your arm where the ink black words spelling out in Charon's font 'GET LOST HUMAN.' And a realization hits Charon immediately after. On his own body, the words you had just uttered to him start to pleasantly tingle. Those words had given hope to Charon to find his soulmate. It was supposed to be wonderful to you too...But it brought you only heartache for so long long. It was supposed to be an incredible unforgettable thing. Now it just makes Charon sick. And it feels as if a train rams into him and slams down upon his back. Charon almost stumbles.

He unwillingly watches you strain your arm trying to reach that stupid can standing so high upon the shelf, watches your face be furrowed at the brows, and your resilient eyes desperately keeping the frustrating tears at the bay, sees the way you clench your jaw, holding in so much, throwing up a wall of pretense nonchalance. Charon begs himself to avert his gaze, begs his body to tear itself from the ground and to turn and never come back, begs for a time machine and redo it all over, begs for something, anything at all.

…

Your frustrated huff and a whispered “Goddammit" unshackled him from the confines of his stupor, making him reach out a hand that halts before even getting far. Mouth open but no noise comes out.

What could be done or said to undo a wrong that had been hurting you every day, an ugly reminder of how you’d never get to have a beautifully romantic fated meeting like how it was supposed to be.

…

The answer is simple; he can’t.

With a small flick of his phalanges the can behind the one you were reaching for gets illuminated by magic, and softly pushes the can in front of it. Inching it slightly over the board, right at the exact moment your fingers reached just below it. You tilted it from its perch, grabbing it just before it could fall. Charon turned away, swallowing down the knot that had formed inside his nonexistent throat.

“My Behavior Was Uncalled For, I Apologize.”

You turned to the voice that spoke up, expecting to see the skeleton man standing next to you. Only to find your eyes meeting a receding back.

Every step was a stab to the soul, clenching his teeth tighter, one would worry they’d crack. Your soft sniffles, the resignation on your face, it burns inside his mind, forcing him to watch it again and again. You didn’t deserve this. You didn’t deserve what has been done to you. What he has done to you.

The deepest part of him, the kindest part of him that he’s been hiding for so long wants to turn around and run to you. It wants to hold you, beg for forgiveness and swear that’ll hell do good, that he won’t ever treat you like that again.

But that would be selfish.

Once outside, Charon leans against the nearest wall and a shuddering breath leaves him. Subtly gripping the fabric of his clothes right above where his aching soul is located. Who would have thought that the pain he experienced the moment he got his trademark scratch mark across his socket would ever be surpassed?

A humorless chuckle leaves Charon. He shakes his head, pushing air past his teeth, forcing himself to be grounded, to get it together. Ignoring the ache he takes a few steps before realizing a big fact.

He had left his basket behind…and there were no groceries at home…and going back there, chancing seeing you again was not something Charon was looking forward to.

…

A big sigh leaves him.

It looks like takeout would have to do today…ugh…

BONUS:

Lounging on the couch, staring at a true crime documentary on tv is Red, scratching a sharp phalange along his teeth. There’s a bored scowl on his face, the constant loud tick tocks of the clock hanging on the wall deepens the frown. A few seconds pass. Red ‘tsks’ and snatches the remote to turn up the volume once more. He throws the remote back on the couch, in reach, as if he knew he would use it again at any moment.

Red started to tap his phalange at the small gap between his golden tooth and the other normal ones. An unconscious snrrk fills the room as Red can already guess what Charon would say when he sees what his older brother is doing.

‘Brother, If You Continue That Horrid Habit Of Yours You’ll End Up With Two Golden Teeth Instead Of One.’

His imaginary brother’s nagging sounds as irritating as the real deal.

Another snort leaves Red. A few seconds pass and this time it’s a huff before red eyelights flit over to the clock.

Two hours and thirty minutes.

It’s taking way too long. Red shakes his head. Stomping the thoughts away. A few minutes later the door clicks open and Red refuses to admit that the phalange that he had been jagging between his teeth slipped from his mouth, and that his shoulders had sagged at the noise of the familiar steps of Charon’s boots.

“lemme guess, couldn’t decide which fuckin’ salad dressing to take this time?” Red snarked over his shoulder, when he got no reply his shoulders bobbed in silent chuckle. Thinking the silence was just Charon refusing to go along with Red’s bicker he continued on. “boss, i swear, they all taste the freakin’ same.”

Still no reply. Red’s grin wavered slightly. “bro?” The steps thud up the stairs and there’s an uncharacteristically quiet click of a door. The once disappeared scowl returns in the shape of a confused and slightly concerned frown.

…

“…what in the fuck?”

Now, there is an unspoken ground rule in this house. A boundary none of them have crossed before.

Never enter the other’s room without the other’s knowledge or permission

Red has been knocking on this door for the last six minutes or so, at first asking in the form of jabs like “are ya cryin’ like a babe in there?” It got no indignant shriek from the other side of the door. So it was time to change tactics.

“do i need ta dust a fucker?” No harrumph of “I Don’t Need You To Do My Dirty Work, Brother. I Am Not Weak.” Or something along the likes. Just absolute silence.

…okaayy…something’s up.

“should i whip some up..?” Red refused to admit that slight worried crack in his voice. There was shuffling in the room, however, not one reply was made. “…bro…?”

….

never enter eachother’s room without permission.

…

’fuck it.’

Red shortcuts inside Charon’s room. Ready to be shouted at. Prepared to dodge some objects being hurled at him. But nothing came. Just this deafening quiet. Red finds Charon siting on his bed, knees tucked to his chest, arms dropped next to his side like a ragdoll having lost its strings keeping its arms alive.

“bro?” There are no tears, no grinding of the teeth, no frown or any indication or trace of any emotion at all. The look in Charon’s sockets terrify Red. Mostly because there is no look. It’s empty, vacant of eyelights, devoid of life. And he’s staring straight through Red, as if he’s not even there.

A chill shoots through Red's spine, making him shiver as if something’s crawling along his back. Red rushes towards his brother. Grabbing him by the shoulders and giving him a shake. “bro?” He shakes some more. “bro, fuck off this ain’t fuckin’ funny.” The voice sounds nothing like Red. It’s desperate. A humorless chuckle that sounds more like a manic cackle filled with nerves fills the room. It sends Red’s soul racing, not realizing it was him making the sound. “charon-“

“…” Everything freezes. Red freezes. It was so quiet.

“what?” Its a gasp that leaves Red. The mumbles start up again. Charon’s head tilts slightly. Red just knows that his brother’s empty sockets are now looking at him. “…messed…ed..”

“what?” Its the only thing Red finds in his current vocabulary. He leans closer towards Charon. “…i messed up, red…”

It’s quiet for a long time. Red swallows. “…wh-what didya mes-mess up, bro?” Red finally asks, nervously stumbling over his words. He watched as Charon tilted his head slightly down towards his collar bone.

the place where the words proudly been tattooed on.

Red’s eyelights shrink. It couldn’t be…

“messed everything up…”

oh. no…

Red felt his non-existent stomach drop. And it kept dropping.

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Thank you for participating in this spell, I hope it was to your satisfaction.

[amalia-uwu]

Final Exams

Undertale by Toby Fox! The rights go to the respective owners!

Sans x Female Reader, Sans & Female Reader

Warnings ⚠️ : angst, anxiety

Photo by Pixabay from Pexels:

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Inspired by fudgelling-away's comic @fudgelling-away and my exams.. :')

Sequel “Exams Day”

So, tomorrow and the day after tomorrow I'm giving finals.. I wrote this to keep my sanity. Ha!... *sighs*

Enjoy!

First Person's Point of View

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I was a 5th years student in the university.

2 lessons. That's all it was for me to take my degree...

Yet, it seemed too much..

Sans.. Heh, Sans was visiting me, bringing me snacks patting my  shoulder, giving me hugs, encouraging me!

Heh, he even caught me many times not reading and just slacking off. Heh...

I always loved the face he had when he caught me red-handed.

He looked intimating yet I knew he wanted only the best for me..

I tried to read. I really tried.

But, by the time I began third year; I began feeling the grip on concentration slipping away.

So much studying. I went through everything fighting with tooth and claw for a job I loved so much.

I enjoyed reading!

Really!

Is just that now, I..am struggling..

Was it my age? Was it other problems I was trying to solve and got overwhelmed? Was it a combination?

Maybe a combination...

Now I was just tired. Everything seemed too much. Yet, I kept trying...

Even though my stomach felt like someone had made it a tight knot.. I kept trying.

Even though I felt an invisible hand gently touching my chest.. I kept trying.

Anxiety drowned me.. Squeezed me. I kept trying.

No matter what. I kept trying.

Eventually; I had enough.

It was one of these moments where I was sitting on the chair.

The book, laptop, opened in front of me.

I was reading but, the words didn't make sense.

Concentration had given up hope on me..

I lowered my face. Hands crossed on my lap. My hair covering my face. My lips in a tight line. Teeth clenched.

The air shifted, I knew who was about to appear.  "heya pal" I heard his deep soft monotone voice.

I felt a soft hand wrapping my shoulder. My hair were still covering my eyes.

"i brought you some snacks. coffee, fruits and some sweets. i see that you are studying, nice! call me if you need anything!".  He gently let the dish down with a soft sound.

He gave me a soft pat on my shoulders and let go of me.

I didn't want to speak but at the same time, it would be rude..

All this trouble for me... The least I can do is thank him.

"Thank you!" I said  softly with strain and mentally slapped myself...

Sans stopped. He turned around, something in my voice felt wrong. "are you okay?"

My shoulders began shaking. "Of course".

A couple of tears ran down my eyes. I removed my glasses.

Sans walked and stood next to me. He pulled the second chair and sat down.

He carefully brushed my hair to the side.

He gently took my face. Rough bones on my chin and cheeks. I refused to look at him.

"what's wrong?" his soft masculine voice held concern, care.

"Nothing". I said bluntly, hoping he'll go and just leave me alone!

"i'll count on 3", his phalanges moved and touched my shoulder, firmly yet gently.

Oh man; I should have known better, he won't let go so easily. I said nothing.

He began counting.

I refused to look at him and speak.

"2.5". I stayed silent.

"2.9". Ugh! I looked at him.

"Okay, I'll tell you! ". I held no malice, just slight annoyance, yet relief..

He stopped. I could understand that he was listening.

"Its the exams.. Im tired. My concentration has abandoned me... It's getting too much! I only have 2 lessons, yet I can't concentrate. I just can't... It's not like I don't want to, I can't concentrate! Plus, other worries... ".

He gently hugged me and caressed my back. Eventually I broke... I kept talking.

Telling him my fears; losing the ones I care about, staying alone, my physical appearance, my weight..

Everything, was spilled before him and he kept hugging me.

I buried my face on the crock of his neck. His soft hoodie a pleasant sensation on my face. Our sternum touched. He could feel my heartbeat on his sternum and I could feel his soul and soft magic trying to comfort me. He was warm in touch.

He waited for me too stop crying, some of my tears stained his hoodie.

He caressed my back. His phalanges through my hair.

Soon my tears faded to hiccups and shaky breaths.

He waited another couple of minutes before talking.

"assuming you fail is there another chance?" he asked pulling me away, his cyan eyes looking at my brown ones.

"Of course, either I take other lessons in summer or I give the same ones on September" I answered while cleaning my eyes with a napkin he gave me.

"okay, if you fail, is it the end of the world?" he never broke eye contact with me. I tried to keep my eyes on him but I felt shame for breaking in front of him.

"N-No..." I lowered my face. He raised it up to look at him. 

"will someone take your head?" his voice was so soft and caring...

"No.." My breathing became even.

"its gonna be okay! can you at least try?" he put both hands on my shoulders, he hugged me.

"Yes, *sniff* yes I can". I answered hugging him.

His scent sure calmed me down.

Wait... Was that a mixture of lavender and lotus? Heh... Really?

"do you like my fragrance?" he asked turning his head slightly. I nodded "Yeah.. The perfumes are comforting.. You always smell nice!".

He was silent for a while. He nerver smelled bad, even tho he could go days without a shower. He always smelled nice around me.

I could feel in my sternum, how his soul flattered. Ha! I got him shy and aaawww coochie coochie coo!

After a couple of seconds? Minutes? "go put on  one of your favorite dresses, add a little makeup and come here. im waiting". He said softly breaking the hug.

I looked at him dumbfounded but complied anyway.

I put on my blue dress with small navy blue flower designs.  I fixed my hair, added soft makeup and went to meet him.

He was waiting reading one of my books.

"I'm ready! Sorry you waited so long" I announced. He looked up at me and smiled.

"hm.. come with me". He grinned stretching his humerus.

I nodded gently holding him. I closed my eyes and I felt the wind shifting. The ground shifted under me.

"here we are" he informed.

I opened my eyes. I was at the beach, the soft breeze caressing my face. The sound of waves filled my ears.

We walked by the seaside.

Photo by Travis Rupert from Pexels:

The salty smell, the breeze, the waves, him, alleviated my worries.

"Sans?" I asked timidly.

"hm?" his attention was on me; Oh stars!! I'll never get tired of those soft cyan eyes.

"Thank you! I mean it! For everything! May I treat you with some food?" you hoped he will say yes. Come ooonnnn!!! Say yes!

He smiled and nodded "sure, got something in mind?"

"You okay with sweets?" I asked, he wasn't picky but needed to know anyway, maybe he wasn't in the mood for sweets today.

"sure" he grinned and shrugged softly.

"Waffles?" I asked fixing my glasses and playing with the end of my silk black belt.

He chuckled "heh, sure! lead the way girl" he said.

I nodded, took him by the hand and leaded him to my favorite place.

I caught a glimpse of him grinning softly.

It took some minutes for us to go there. Once we did ; We sat down, there was glass in front of us, the sea and the palm trees, the road our view.

I ordered hazelnut praline with biscuit, and caramel ice-cream waffle.

While Sans took the milk chocolate with biscuit and vanilla ice cream.

We ate and chatted a little bit. I went to the bathroom and paid as promised.

We walked a little bit then he took me home.

"Thank you Sans"

"don't mention it moonlight" heh, that was a nickname he gave me. Along with «starlight».

He knew I was a shameless selenophile (someone who loves the moon).

I entered my home, took a shower, put on my pyjamas and laid down.

I texted him

you: Thank you I had a great time with you today!

Puntastic: heh, me too! but please try to worry so much! it will be okay!

you: I'll try! Thank you again! Goodnight! Sleep well!

Puntastic: you too!

I put the phone down. I laid down and closed my eyes with a smile all over my face.

I'll try whatever happens... Happens.

It will be okay, I'll be okay!

.

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The end 😘

Thank you for reading! 💙

[kon-konk]

Hand or kink headcanons for the Servamps or eves?

We'll start with hands, since those are my favorite

Kuro - Is it strange that I can only really describe his hands as masculine? Like, they're on the larger size, and the palm is quite square. There's something sturdy about the structure of his hands, and he has well-defined veins. Kind of has thicker fingers than most of the others. Up until he met Mahiru, he did not moisturize his hands or care about his nails past cutting them down when they got too long.

Mahiru - On the smaller side of average, but not by much. Very little vein definition, and his hands are smooth and soft, but not so soft you'd think he does nothing with them. He's probably got a lot of little scars from various hobbies and other things he's volunteered to help with (he does sew, among other things, and who hasn't stabbed themselves with a needle a few times?). Manicures his nails on a regular basis, and moisturizes a lot.

Lily - Average-sized, but super delicate looking. Much rougher than you'd expect, considering they're so pretty, but not noticeably rough. Like, you can tell they're not insanely soft, but they're not rough enough to make you take pause, either. Puts a lot of effort into manicures and moisturizing, and has taught the others in the Alicein household to better care for their hands. You can see his veins on the back of his hands, but it's like they completely disappear after you hit the knuckles, and there's no definition to them.

Misono - Small hands, but will argue that they're totally normal sized for someone his age and height. They're also really smooth and really soft, like they're never done real work in their life. He grew up with Lily, so it's probably been drilled into his head about having a good hand care routine.

Hugh - ohmygodsteenytinybabyhands. Literally. Probably does moisturize regularly, though.

Tetsu - Everything about this kid is too big for his age, including his hands. I don't think he moisturizes much, so his hands aren't all that soft, but they're not all that rough, either. I blame that on the onsen waters. Well-defined veins.

Lawless - Small hands, and probably moves them around a lot when talking so you don't notice. But they're pretty. Very nice vein definition on the backs of his hands, but not much once you get closer to his fingers. He keeps his nails slightly longer than the tips of his fingers. Lots of very faded scars, and quite a few newer scars. There's especially scars on the first phalanges (the first knuckle to the tip of the finger) of his non-dominant hand from when he was learning how to use a knife properly in cooking. His knuckles are blushed, but only the ones on the back of his hands (the third knuckles), as well as his fingertips. He moisturizes more than you'd expect, and his hands are really soft despite using his rapier so much. For sure a prince's hands, and for the longest time any time he had to do anything that involved holding something for a few hours, he'd get blisters. He does occasionally develop calluses, but he puts so much effort into his hand care routine that he doesn't keep them for long.

Licht - Musician's hands. He's got a smaller palm, but he has long, delicate, tapered fingers. He does moisturize and maintain his nails (mostly just cutting them and pushing back the cuticles), but he's not as all-in as Lawless. They're also kind of sweaty, but not extremely so, if that makes sense? I think it's from balling them into fists in his pockets. His hands are pretty soft though, and they're smooth, almost to the point that you can't feel his veins if you run your fingers over the back of his hands.

Jeje - Big and lanky, like him. Very pretty and very dexterous. There's calluses from his guns, but otherwise his hands are quite soft. He has very defined veins, and just barely noticeable knuckles. You know how some hands look so very elegant when folded in prayer? He has those kind of hands.

Mikuni - His hands are just over the midpoint of average towards large, but only just. Like the other Alicein members, his hands are really soft and well-manicured because he grew up with Lily talking about how you need to care for your hands and it just carried on without him even thinking about it. He's also got bony hands. They're nowhere near as bony as Berukia's, but I think if he hit you with his bare hand you'd end up with a row of little bruises from where his knuckles hit you rather than a solid bruise. His knuckles are blushed just enough to be noticeable.

Ildio - Huge hands. They're very scarred, both with old scars so faded you can barely see them and new scars, and his veins are so beautifully defined. I can't be convinced that he moisturizes his hands or does an intense nail care routine, so he probably just cuts his nails and calls it a day. Also his hands are rough as hell. Like Touma, his hands just look like they should have some chunky rings on them.

Nicco - Very average-sized, and properly moisturized. They're not quite what I'd call soft, but they're not rough either. When he's nervous, they get sweaty easily. Thin, spindly fingers, and prominent, bony knuckles. He does keep his nails cut and shaped, though I'm not sure he'd do much more. Probably has a few old scars from past incidents, but there doesn't seem to be any new ones. Those veins on his hands are very pretty, and their just barely raised enough to feel.

Freya - She's got hands that are on the larger size of average, and I feel like they'd be pretty rough and callused despite moisturizing daily. She's spent a lot of time on a farm, and she seems like a hands-on type of person, and those two together don't tend to make for very soft hands. She does keep her nails manicured, though. Her veins are moderately well-defined, more so on the backs of her hands, but they're still defined around her knuckles, too.

(If I remember correctly, I think I talked about Izuna's hands in the post about C3's hands, so I'm not going to include her here, though I do still want to hold her hands and call her precious.)

Now for the kinks. This is the section that got it marked with my nsfw tag

There's a good handful of them left out because my brain has produced exactly 0 thoughts on them

Kuro - Bondage. I think he'd enjoy being restrained because it'd be less work for him.

Lawless - Roleplay. He may not talk in Shakespeare quotes anymore, but he's still a theater kid at heart. Also mild degradation (receiving).

Licht - Another with a roleplay kink, though I don't think he'd realize that's what it is. 'Cause everyone slays demons by fucking them, Mr. Angel. Also degradation (giving).

Jeje - I can't explain why exactly, but I think he'd have a corruption kink. Maybe it's because he's been stripped of his own purity in a way by becoming a Servamp.

Mikuni - Choking. Have you seen his lead? The lack of hesitation when he used it on Tsurugi? I think he'd also be into corruption like Jeje, but because he'd find it fun to see just how far he can get someone to sink into the darkness. Something in my gut says he'd probably be into doing stuff in public, especially if that "public" is on C3's premises. I think he'd like to push boundaries where he can, within reason and with consent.

Ildio - I don't know if it counts as a kink, but I think he'd be really into fucking on things that aren't beds. Counters, chairs, sofas, against a tree, I could go on. I think he'd also be into food play. And that he'd really like body shots.

Nicco - Look just give him comfort and praise and encouragement. He'll do whatever you want in the bedroom after that. If you can get him that far, that is.

[echo--flowers--sins]

👀❤️ oh hello there mm…can we get the reaction of sans bear snipe tempo pumpkin and nebula i believe is his nickname of how well they do with a virgin? uwu

Hey there~ ❤

Oooh, nice! Let's see...

Sans

So you're a virgin babe? Don't worry he'll throw you a bone and help out. wink

But seriously, he's a very patient monster and he'll take all the time you need to relax and enjoy yourself.

Once your good and ready he'll take it slow, letting you adjust. He's gentle with you. But once your adjusted he'll give you exactly what you need. He's definitely a tease in bed though so be prepared~

Definitely the best when it comes to taking your virginity.

Bear

He'll be as nervous as you the first time you sleep with him, especially after finding out that your pining virgin. Don't get it wrong, he's far from inexperienced, but the famine brought along certain changes to his body and magic. Namely his hulking frame. He's a biggg boy, if you know what I mean.

He worried that he'll hurt you unintentionally. It'll take a lot of reassurance on your part.

He takes gentle to the next level. He treats you like glass while your in bed with him. Caressing you carefully, keeping his sharp phalanges from scratching your skin... if you want to go further than that you might have to take the reins until he's confident he won't hurt you. Once your both relaxed he'll finally give into his desire.

As gentle as he is, your first time with him might still be a bit painful due to his ahem size.

Snipe

When he finds out that your a virgin, he's surprised. An attractive looker like you?

When Snipe fucks, he fucks. No teasing or playing around. That's not to say he won't be gentle since it's your first time but...

He's probably the least gentle since he's not used to going to bed with virgins in his line of work. But he'll definitely make sure your comfortable and and he's not hurting you.

Once your comfortable though... well... be ready for a wild ride, cause he's not slowing down ;)

Tempo

Tempo is a virgin himself so it'll be a learning experience for both of you.

There's going to be a lot of nervous fumbling from both of your at first. But once you get into a rhythm and start learning how to please eachother things really start to heat up

He pays close attention to your needs and he's gentle, he's so, so gentle. He might slip up and fumble but he's always quick to correct himself

Your first time with him is sweet and soft, and you learn so much about eachother.

Pumpkin

Oh boy, okay. So Pumpkin is notorious for sleeping around so he's got plenty of experience. You're in good hands with him.

He's pleased as a peach to find out the he'll be your first, promising to show you a good time.

This boy is a tease and foreplay with him can last for hours. By the time he's done with you, you'll be nice and ready for him.

He's a little rough once it comes to the main event so you'll probably be a bit sore for the next few days. But he does indeed show you a good time.

Nebula

He's not the most experienced monster so you being a virgin doesn't bother him one bit. He's a gentle guy in bed regardless.

He likes to take things slow, drawing wave after wave of pleasure from you before thinking about his own need.

Once it comes to the main event he likes to draw it out as much as he can before finally letting himself go

Going to bed with him for the first time is soft and sweet.

[aylish91]

Sea of Hope Chapter 2

In a world of fading hope, who would have thought that the one thing you had always dreamed of, would be offered to you by a cold hearted pirate? Who would have then thought that said pirate and his cousins, would be the only ones able to bring your hope back, to set your soul free?

Sea of Hope AO3

Beginning

Next

In which you officially meet your savior.

You regained consciousness inside a giant hammock amongst furs and soft blankets. Everything was hazy, but you could see well enough to somewhat figure out your surroundings. You were in some sort of nook sectioned off with sheets. The only light shown down from a strange lantern hung from the rafters above, the flame oddly steady. Built into a wall was a makeshift table. While one half was attached to the wall, the other was held up by ropes. Unidentifiable clutter littered its surface.

Sitting on a stool next to your hammock was your savior, slumped over and muttering to himself. As if sensing your gaze, he sluggishly sat up to look at you, your chest plummeting at the expression on his face.

His eyelight was nonexistent. Only dark voids gazed down at you, grin drawn into a vicious scowl. The blood he was still covered in had dried, making him look that much more menacing.

Instinct had you cowering as much as your body would allow. There was nothing left of the gentle giant from before. Was he dissatisfied? Had he changed his mind about you? The horde of thoughts on what that might mean grew overwhelming as you whimpered labored apologies.

He startled at the sudden sound, red orb reigniting within its socket as he took on a look of shock and worry. In an instant he stood, making the short distance between you within a couple of steps.

“Hey, yer alright dove. They can’t hurt ya anymore.”

The softness in his voice and the way his hands hesitantly hovered, didn’t match up to the murderous expression of just moments ago. It had you on edge.

What if this was some sort of test.

The fog was making it hard to concentrate on figuring out what was going on, so instead, you decided to confront it. It was better to know now, then make a mistake and have to deal with the consequences later. Surprises like that were never good.

You would not forget the lessons you learned in that other place so easily.

“You are angry. Please… tell me what I’ve done so I may fix it. Or... is it that I am not what you had hoped?” Your voice was so small and weak compared to his rumble. It turned your metaphorical stomach.

There was a puff of air and you found yourself bracing for the burn of touch. Except, when his large, clawed hand perched itself on your skull, you were surprised to find that there was no burn. Instead, it was pleasantly warm, the slight petting motion actually feeling quite nice and calming.

“Yer more than I could have hoped for little dove. Didn’t mean ta scare ya. Got a lot on ma mind is all.” His hand left your head to carefully pull the top of the blanket away from your body, the sudden chill making you shiver. Grimacing, he replaced it. “Yer in pretty rough shape. Need ta get ya fed, cleaned up, and patched up. Yer magic is dangerously low, even for a skeleton.” Standing taller, something in his expression shifted as he looked away. “I don’t like it.”

It was silent after that as he contemplated something, one of his hands going up to pull at his dead socket. Then, giving a deep hum, he turned and peaked out of the barrier's flaps, his good eyelight meticulously scanning around. You didn’t know if you believed him or not, and wanted to ask him more questions, but by the time you gained the courage to speak, he was already turning back to you.

“The galley should be clear. I’ll get somethin for ya ta eat. Should start with that. Get yer magic up first before I try ta patch ya up. Too dangerous without it.” Walking back towards you, he knelt down and took one of your hands in his, gently nuzzling your phalanges with soft words. “I’ll be back, try ta stay still and quiet until I return. Don’t want others finding ya just yet.”

He had closed his eyes, breathing in deeply. It was with a great deal of reluctance that he pulled away, taking one more glance out before disappearing through the opening of the fabric wall. You could hear his fading footsteps on the other side.

Your chest gave a pulse of… something. It wasn’t like before where it thrashed and pounded. This time it was soft, like a cat’s purr. It made you feel funny. The fear from when you first woke, seeped away, leaving you more confused than anything. And that man…

You didn’t know what to think. Your gut told you, you could trust him. That despite that darkness you had seen, his kindness was genuine. However, being overly trusting had been what got you into this mess.

A tired breath escaped you. It would take time to figure out his true intentions. All you could do was wait and hope. Carefully hunkering deeper into the mass of blankets, you allowed your eyes to rest while you awaited his return.

It was the sound of his boots that alerted you, the sound momentarily sending you into a panic until you realized where you were. When you looked up, you couldn’t help but give a small, amused smile.

Despite still being covered in blood, he had the face of a small child proudly showing off their most prized trinket, his eyes crinkling at the edges with how wide he was grinning. You didn’t think it was possible for someone as large and scary as him to be able to pull off such a look. It was quite ironic.

“I managed ta sneak some potato and water sausage soup and a few crab apples. Should help boost yer magic.”

Sitting down on his stool, he brought out the biggest personal serving bowl you had ever seen! Even though it fit in his large hands perfectly, you would have thought it was a mixing bowl. And it was almost all the way full!

You could feel your tongue attempting to form with what meager energy you had at the sight and smell of it. The energy flowed and sputtered within the confines of your mouth, not having enough to actually form.

You swallowed mournfully.

It looked like you would not be tasting whatever was in that bowl. It was also going to be more difficult to absorb your food without the extra help the energy your tongue would have provided. If he expected you to eat all of that, it was going to take an awfully long time. The disappointment with that realization made you wonder if the size of your savior impacted how much food he could absorb, or if he took longer to eat too.

None of that mattered when he brought that first spoonful to your mouth. You noticed immediately that the food was anything but normal. As soon as it entered, you could feel a small surge of energy as everything instantly began to melt and dissolve. It made you choke with how fast it slipped down your throat, causing a very undignified fit of coughing. It hadn’t helped that you had been focusing extra hard on processing the food, not swallowing it.

Eventually you were able to speak in between your sputtering coughs, sockets squinted with the effort.

“What in stars name, is that?”

To his credit, your savior only held a look of worried confusion. “Soup?”

You highly doubted that. “That, that’s not normal soup. It’s charged with something. And it fell apart so fast!”

He blinked, tilting his head slightly before looking down at the bowl. Using the same spoon, he scooped a healthy portion and unceremoniously shoveled it into his mouth. Looking at it a bit more, he shrugged.

“Just normal soup. Nothin special.”

That irked you a little, but you did your best not to show it. You weren’t stupid when it came to most things, and that was not a normal anything. You have eaten a potato before, thank you.

Gently, you tried to explain. “No, there is some sort of… of energy in it. And I didn’t have to hold it in my mouth to process it properly. It just… it just…” You ended with a huff of frustration.

Freezing, he seemed to come to some sort of realization, his once full eyelight shrinking, talking slowly. “This is monster food. It's made of magic.” There was hesitation in his voice. “Ya, ya have had monster food before… haven’t ya?”

Your eyes furrowed with a tilt of your head. You had never heard of monster food before.

That must have given you away, for the next moment his eyelight had completely vanished again as he lifted a hand to tug at his dead socket, leaving his face in eerie shadows and bringing your uneasiness back tenfold. His childlike soft grin turned tight.

“Ya need ta eat this dove.”

In an instant you were pulled from the hammock into his arms, a strange energy buzzing in the air that you couldn’t quite place. For the second time since waking, you found yourself cowering. His demeanor kept changing far to fast and you felt so small and weak in his hold. It was all you could do to keep yourself from shaking.

You were about to apologize to the angry giant, when the spoon was pushed to your mouth. With how angry he had looked, you were surprised he hadn’t just forced it in. Not wanting to risk further upsetting him, you opened, preparing yourself for how quickly the food would process. Astonishingly, it was with a slow hand that he placed the spoon withinn its depths, allowing you to close onto it until the spoonful was gone, then carefully offering another.

It continued like that for a while, his empty stare baring down on you as you allowed him to spoon feed you. You tried not to focus too much on his face, instead focusing on how each bite was filled with that strange invigorating energy and the fact that your blanket had slipped down when he had situated you in his arms. However, as the silence went on, you notice a subtle tremor in his hands when he would present the spoon. If you hadn’t been so focused, you would have missed how he also wouldn’t fill the spoon as full to compensate for it.

Chancing a glance up, you studied the man in front of you. Glowing red beads of sweat had formed on his brow, an audible shake in his breath. If you paid close enough attention, you could feel how strained he had become since he first appeared with the food. No doubt, if he hadn’t had such self-control, the slight jerk in his one leg would be more of a bounce.

You attempted to relax at the sight, something telling you that his behavior might not be so much anger towards you, than something else entirely. Perhaps there was more going on then you knew…

Shuddering, you felt compelled to reach up and touch his face with the tips of trembling fingers. It still didn’t burn, but wisps of apprehension, fear, and concern flowed into you, reflecting your own mix of emotions and giving you the courage to fully cup his cheek. Desperately, you searched for clues as to what may be going on. A sharp inhale was all you got for your efforts.

Halting his endeavor in feeding you, his eyelight flickered, eventually settling enough to expand in his socket once again.

“Axe.” The sudden rumble of his voice had you jerking your hand back, sockets wide.

He looked away, a little sheepish.

“My name, it’s Axe.” At your silence, he leaned back and groaned, the hand holding you twitching.

“Look dove, I know I’m not the most invitin lookin person, and I ain’t doin a very good job of givin ya peace of mind, but I aint gonna hurt ya.”

You looked down, not entirely trusting his words, or yourself not to fall for them. After all, you had been told that by others before, and none of them had been covered in blood or had lightless voids that could pierce you to your core.

He shifted, the sound of the bowl being put down had you looking up, only to flinch as his now free hand tilted your chin to hold your gaze, expression soft but serious.

“I won’t lie, I’ve done, and will do, a lot of terrible things, but hurtin my woman aint gonna be one.”

You were taken aback, the surprised sputter that escaped you making him chuckle and turned his tight grin smug. You could almost feel the amusement through the vibrations of his chest, finding words leaving you before you could stop them.

“And what makes me your woman?”

You didn’t know how to feel about the glint in his eye or how his grin ticked upward. “Our deal. You agreed ta allow me ta mark ya as such.”

You made sure to hold his gaze before cautiously countering. “And if I refuse?”

He leaned in closer, voice a low rumble as his eyelight burned brighter. “There’s no backen out of it now dove. It’s already done.”

A shiver ran up your spine. So that is what that meant. You felt a faint blush forming, looking away shyly when he removed his hand from your chin. At least now you were getting closer to finding out exactly what that mark entailed. Peeking back up at him, you had to ask.

“So, I am your wife now?”

He sat up straight, growing oddly still as his single eyelight expanded to fill the socket.

“Heh…”

That wasn’t an answer, but the glow on his skull was interesting. The longer you held eye contact, the brighter it grew, more beads of sweat forming to slide down the back of his skull. You would have giggled if you weren’t so conflicted about his mood and attitude swings.

He gave a cough, averting his gaze while mumbling something you didn’t quite catch.

“What was that?”

He was quick to grab the previously discarded bowl. “Nothing, ya need to finish this. It will help ya become more stable.” Without another word, the spoon was pushed to your startled teeth.

As he fed you, you noted how his hands were no longer trembling and that he seemed less agitated. You were glad. It made it easier for you to relax and eat. You still hadn’t formed a tongue, but the energy it was providing did wonders for your aches and pains, as well as warming your rather cold body.

You didn’t realize how cold and stiff you had been, until you had somehow managed to consume the entirety of the large bowl and Axe placed you back in the oversized hammock. Your joints and spine shifted and bent more easily while you were situated onto the furs and quilts. Feeling you hadn’t realized were gone, returned to your hands and feet, making it easier for you to grip your blanket while you were adjusted.

The only down side to all the food you had eaten, was the fact that you were now exceptionally full and tired. While your body had quickly absorbed most of what you were given, after a while, it began to sit somewhere deep within you, filling a nonexistent pocket almost to bursting. If you were honest with yourself, this was the fullest you had ever felt.

Not even when mother…

You squirmed until you found a comfortable position after he finished fiddling, sighing contentedly. You watched as he stood back, his eyelight flitting around your person until he hmmed.

“Your magic is still too low, but ya should be fine enough for now.” Were you really that bad off? “Should take care of your injuries though. It will help conserve some of what ya just got.” He turned to walk out. “Remember what I told ya last time. Hide under the furs if ya hear someone comin. No one enters without announcin themselves first, so ya should have time. I’ll be back.”

He didn’t bother to look out before he left.

Time drifted by as you waited for his return. You felt light and floaty as you laid there, the subtle rock of the ship not as noticeable in the hammock, but the newfound warmth made it hard to keep your eyelights open. Strange shuffling noises helped to keep you alert for a while, but nobody ever came to the flap, so you simply dismissed them after a time. It was most likely rats or perhaps a ship cat anyway.

It made you all the more appreciative to be in the hammock and not on the floor.

With a gust of displaced air, Axe burst into reality. Though you didn’t scream when your eyes opened to his sudden presence, your chest heaved from the fright, arms reaching out to brace yourself within the confines of the hammock, sockets wide. You don’t know how he made it so close without you noticing, but you were certain he had not used the opening of the flap to walk in. You hadn’t even heard his heavy footsteps.

The displeasure you saw on his face was fleeting, turning soft at the sight of you, even going so far as to give a wink and a chuckle at your expense. You were unamused but refused to say anything to condemn yourself on your failure to notice his approach.

 Still chuckling, he set a wooden bucket down just below the hammock, scooting his stool as close as he reasonably could, before sitting.

“Sorry dove, wasn’t expecten ta pop in so sudden.” He became hesitant. “Ya… I need ta…” Giving a grumble, he tried again. “Before I can treat your injuries, I gotta clean them. I know I’ve already seen ya,” there was that lovely red again, “but I gotta be able ta, ta touch ya.”

It was your turn to glow, though weak, the soft blue lit up your complexion as you averted your sockets in embarrassment and unease.

“Oh. It, um, can’t be helped. Just, please…” You couldn’t even finish, nervously looking up.

Thankfully he seemed to understand, giving a grunt. “As I’ve said before, I’m not gonna hurt ya, in any way.”

You took a deep breath and nodded. Taking that as the go ahead, he bent down to pull out a wet rag, hesitating before dabbing at your forehead and skull.

The cool dampness of the water felt incredible on your skull. You couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief as the sweat and grime was delicately wiped away, bringing a freshness you had desperately missed. Though It was strange to have someone else clean you. Especially when his ministrations were with a softness you would not have associated the larger man to have. The familiar burn you had come to associate with touch, never once affecting you. You were as confused as you were grateful.

Your first impression of his reaching hands had been of how easily he could most likely crush your bones with them. He had gotten you off that other ship with the use of only one of his arms, after all. On the contrary, the warmth and affection coming from his touch now was very calming, relaxing you enough for the lightness from before to once again pull you down.

You didn’t even react when your blanket was pulled to the side as he made his way down your neck to your clavicle, exposing your upper half. Eyelights stuttering at the sensation, you watched placidly as he wiped one of your shoulder blades, then continuing down your arm. Eventually, he made it to your fingers, pausing when the last one was painstakingly washed. With a mischievous grin, he leaned forward, placing his teeth to the back of your phalanges in a sort of kiss. This time, however, it was layered with dramatics.

In your stupor, you allowed a small smile and giggle escaped you. “Such a gentleman.”

“Heh, don’t know about that. But I’ll try for ya.”

Winking, he continued with your other shoulder and arm until it was time for your ribs. At that point, you were nearly asleep, letting him move and shift you whichever way he needed. It was rather peaceful and quiet, not even the occasional sore spots he came across affecting you anymore. The tenderness of his cleansing hands was the only thing that brought any semblance of thought.

It all felt, strangely intimate.

Nothing was making much sense anymore. You knew he had to be dangerous with the amount of blood on his clothes, and those expressions from earlier. And yet, here he was, acting as though you were a precious gem made of glass when he didn’t even know you.

You wondered how long it would last?

Thoughts swirling around aimlessly, a heavy dreamless sleep claimed you, Axe working on even after you lost consciousness. You never heard his soft affectionate chuckle or his solemn words when all was done and the lamp was unceremoniously snuffed out.

“Ta think that I’d have one such as you that calls ta my soul so… Heh. My little dove…”

Next

[valkyrieofsmut]

One In The Hand Is Worth Ten In The Bush

Swapfell Sans (Black) x Reader NSFW

Descriptions:  Black loves to feel his partner, his beloved pet, overstimulated around him, and he’s got the patience to do it, as well.

Types: over stimulation, bondage, p in the v, aftercare, ecto dick.

Warnings: none...?

Words: 1981

A/n- Here is some Swapfell, Black smut. He’s such a giving partner... if you just squint... lol.

Masterlist

Story!

Sans tightened the cord around (Y/n)'s wrists, making sure they weren't going to be able to get away any time soon. 

"WHAT IS YOUR SAFE WORD, LOVE?" He asked gently. 

"Stormcloud," she answered. 

"AND WHEN CAN YOU USE IT?" 

"Whenever I need to." 

"THAT'S RIGHT; ANY TIME YOU NEED TO, GOOD PET," he praised, nuzzling her jaw before his voice lowered to a rough rumble. "Now… Let's Get Started…"

. 

(Y/n) moaned as Sans rubbed over her clit. 

"THAT'S IT, PET. RELAX BACK AND ACCEPT WHAT I'M GIVING YOU." His eyelights were on her, watching her face contort in pleasure as he teased her closer to orgasm. 

She was panting, gasping as her hips shifted with his hand, her noises getting quicker until she reached the end, coming with a soft cry. 

"THERE YOU GO, PET, YOU DID SO WELL. NOW GET READY FOR THE NEXT…" 

He kept stroking, rubbing soft circles around her clit, going slowly, building her sensitive spot's attention back up and teasing it to another orgasm. 

"Hnnn!" (Y/n) moaned softly as she came, feeling her inner walls clenching. 

"GOOD, VERY GOOD, PET. KEEP GOING…" His voice was husky, and he didn't stop rubbing, stroking until she came again, her hips arching up to his hand. 

A nice calm set over (Y/n), her body laying back in a relaxed heap. 

Sans was just using the moment to get into his toy chest and pull a particular one out, though. 

"Now, Pet," he told her in his gruff, husky voice as he loosened his belt, dropping it on the ground before dropping his pants as well. "Turn Onto Your Belly, Open Up Those Thighs, And Let Me In." 

(Y/n) rolled, not quite getting to her stomach, but it was enough as Sans climbed behind her, and she felt his body press against hers. 

"Almost, Pet… But Here's Good Enough. Let Me Help…" He took her top leg with his arm, hooking her knee over his elbow and opening her wide to him as well as giving his hand unrestricted access. "There We Are," he cooed as his fingers again found her clit. 

His hips pressed up so his cock was between her lips, and his hand held it there as his fingers stroked over her clit and his hips rocked to make his cock drag through her wetness. 

(Y/n) moaned, her hips arching so he rubbed over the sensitive bundle of nerves with the burgundy magic of his cock. 

A growl left him, and Sans pressed his length more firmly against her, giving friction to her swelling button. 

"My Pet Is So Needy For My Cock, Isn't She?" He growled against her neck. She nodded, but it wasn't enough. "Tell Me, Pet- Say It," he ordered, stroking just the very tip of her clit with the head of his cock to tease her. 

She could only let out a whine, and Sans reached for the toy he'd taken out, attaching it to his phalange and turning it on. 

"If You Can't Speak Words, I'll Make You Tell Me With Sounds," he told her, bringing his hand to stroke through the wetness again. 

It was a fingertip vibrator that he'd gotten, she could feel the vibrations moving through her swollen clit, teasing it to give more of itself to receive more pleasure. 

"Does That Feel Good, Pet?" He asked, his husky voice near her ear while his phalanges trailed the vibrator along her slit and through her folds. 

"Uh… huh… Uh-... huh!" She moaned, hips arching. 

"Good… Good Pet… That's It, Arch Your Hips, Move With Me…" He growled, moving his finger out away from her clit, then sliding it back through her folds toward her opening so her hips followed, making her rock back and forth along his cock. 

"You're Making Such Wonderful Noises For Me, Pet…" He told her, his breath getting faster as he ran his tongue up her throat. "And Your Pussy Is So Hot And Wet On My Cock…" He circled her clit again and again, his sharp teeth nipping at her neck as his other hand worked its way under her to wrap around and start tugging and playing with one of her nipples. "That's It… Come For Me," he growled against the tender skin between her ear and jaw. 

(Y/n) felt her muscles pulsing, tightening and squeezing around nothing, but wishing for something to be inside of her. Sans was such a tease, pressing his hard cock against her, but not letting it slip in. 

He didn't let up, pressing the vibrator firmly to her clit and nipping at her more as his other hand worked her nipple, pushing her quickly to another orgasm that made her hips twitch and twist against him as he growled again. "Give Me More Of Those Sounds, Pet." His phalange began pressing against her clit and backing off, making it feel like the vibrator was pulsing against it. 

(Y/n)'s breath hitched and picked up pace as she was pushed to yet another orgasm. 

"Can You Breathe, Pet?" Sans asked, and she shook her head, making him chuckle. "I Guess You'll Have To Learn How To Live Without Oxygen, Then," he told her, flicking his vibrator clad finger over her clit and tossing her over the edge, but pulling it back as soon as she gave the first sound of release to touch the side of her clit and flick off of it, slowly keeping her excited and starting her on another journey toward orgasm. 

"Look At You, Pet. You Look Like Your Body Is Begging For More," he murmured against her ear. "My Cock Hungry Little Toy." 

(Y/n) was gasping for breath as he continued teasing her with the vibrator, giving just enough sensation to work her closer, but flicking off before she could get there too fast. 

"That's What Toys Are For, Isn't It?" He asked, nuzzling against her, listening to her gasp and whimper as he touched her clit and flicked his finger off. "To Let Their Owners Play With Them?" 

"Y-y-yyyyeeesss," she gasped airily. 

"Yes?" He asked. 

"Y-yeah," she breathed. 

"Then Beg Me For My Cock, Little Toy," he growled. 

"P-please- please- ahn! Please-!" She gasped, feeling her body tingling all the way down to her toes. 

"Good Pet." Sans quickly rubbed his phalange over her, the vibrator filling her with sensation as it flew back and forth, sending her into orgasm with a loud cry, then shoved his cock into her, hard, causing a scream of pleasure to leave her. 

"S-a-ans!" 

"Yes- That's It- AAANGH! Milk Me, Pet- Scream My Name As Your Pussy Begs For My Cum- HRRRNGH!"

Now (Y/n) was full, Sans' magic filling her as his finger kept moving over her clit, her body arching as she clenched around him, suddenly hit by a new burst of orgasmic waves and crying out his name again. 

She was starting to get dizzy, her lungs taking in as much air as she could. Her muscles started feeling weak, flexing as Sans tapped at her clit, slowly pushing in and pulling out, the sensation of him filling her and the tingle of vibrations moving through her oversensitive clit making her hips try to shift and move with him. 

(Y/n) was moaning and gasping for air, so overwhelmed by the sensations that she didn't know how she was going to survive. 

"That's It, Pet," Sans growled, "You're Taking My Cock So Well."

"C- can't," she gasped. "Can't- n- no more, ahn!" 

"You Can. One More, Pet. You Can Do It." 

"No- can't- c- I can't," she whined. "Please- Sans-" 

"You Can, And You Will," he told her, his voice blowing past her ear. "You Will Come For Me. Do It, Pet. Come For Me."

"Can't- I can't- please-" 

"Don't Lie To Me, Pet," he growled at her. "I Know You Can Come Again. You Will Give Me What I Want." 

(Y/n) panted for breath, trying to keep her brain together as it did its best to scatter. 

She felt Sans reposition his hand, spreading her to get even better access to her clit, still tapping it with the vibrator, and let out a desperate cry. 

"Too much," she whined. "Please-" 

"It's Not Too Much. I Can Feel Your Body Begging For More," he told her, his hushed voice harsh. "Now Give It To Me." 

"Please- please-"

Sans' phalanges tightened on her, holding tight as his pelvis gained a twist, rubbing inside her in the perfect spots. "I Think You've Forgotten Who It Is That Owns Your Orgasms. I'll Have To Remind You, Won't I? It's Me; They're Mine, Pet-" He growled and gave a rough thrust, causing the head of his cock to bump into her cervix in the perfect way, making her let out a whine and her eyes water. "Give It To Me… Give It To Me!" He demanded. "I Feel Your Pussy Trying To Give In. Just Give In. Let Go And Give. It. To. Me!" 

"I can't," she gasped. 

"You Can. You Will."

"I can't- please-" 

"Give It To Me, Pet-" 

"Please-"

"Now." 

Against everything she was feeling- against everything her body was telling her- she came, a cry of ecstasy bubbling out in a sob. 

"Yes- OH, GOD DAMN-! YES!" Sans crowed, his pelvis jerking forward as he continued jabbing his dick into her, the head aimed and focused on the perfect point that kept her orgasm going and made tears roll down her cheeks. "HHHHAN!! GOOD GIRL, PET! GOOD- FUCK!" 

(Y/n)'s gasping sobs filled the air as she realized that even though she was still coming, she wasn't even squeezing him; the only thing she could feel in her pussy was her pulse throbbing, but Sans kept fucking up into her roughly. 

She felt like her cervix was about to cry, trembling and flooding with wet desire. 

"SO GOOD, PET," he groaned, panting and growling in effort as he continued thrusting into her. "SUCH A GOOD PET, SO GOOD- SO- FU-" His thrusts were hard and fast, but becoming mindless as he came with a hard edged, "HHH- HHHUUUUUNNNGGHH!!!"

(Y/n) laid there, unable to move, tears running down her face, and held tight to Sans' boney body. 

"Such A Good Girl," he whispered into her ear, making sure he was pressed as deep as possible inside her. "Such A Good Girl… You Did So Well…" 

It took him a moment to get to his hands to untie the cord holding her, but when he did, he made sure she was comfortable, all soft pets and nuzzles as he checked her over, getting a washcloth and cleaning her up, pausing before he wiped the tears from her face. 

"You're So Beautiful Like This, Love," he murmured before kissing her. 

After wiping the tear tracks from her cheeks, he started on a massage, oiling and rubbing her, making his way along her body. He focused on all of the spots that were tense, releasing the knots as he praised her and thanked her for doing so well for him. 

(Y/n) laid there, unable to move much, but enjoying the aftercare, feeling worshiped. 

Sans wrapped his arms around her and cuddled her close to him, making sure she was tucked in the way she liked. 

"You're Such A Wonderful Mate, Love. There's No Way I'd EVER Leave You." 

She already knew that he wasn't leaving, of course, but also she knew he liked to tell her, one of the only ways he felt comfortable telling her that he loved her, assuring her that he'd always be there for her. 

"You're a good mate, too, Sans," she answered. "I don't want to leave you, either." 

His content smile widened, a purr starting deep in his ribcage as he nuzzled against the top of her head.

[cottoncandyreaper]

((I really do love writing Red as a dad, it's so fluffy and just super fun to see him in that light))

"I got a work function event tonight honey, ya ain't goin with me and I ain't about to not go cuz you're cryin' so ya better figure out what to do about those tears before Uncle Grillby gets here."

"B-but I don't w-want you to go!"

"Baby bones you're dustin me darlin." He sighed.

It had just passed five months being on the surface, there were still rough patches between the humans and more deadly monsters but after acquiring a good job and settling in things seemed to have calmed at least for the skeleton family. Besides Winfred having separation anxiety recently it hadn't been so bad given that Red barely ever left her at home. It was either school or always with him...yeah, something he needed to work on for sure.

"Winfred go, let Daddy get ready baby bones and we'll talk before I go."

The crying only continued shaking her head reaching for him more.

"Oh man kiddo...what should I do with you honey?"

Scooping up his little human all he could do was coddle her swaying and rubbing her back. Little hands latched onto his clothes so tight while hiccuping with shakes hiding away in his neck.

"I won't be gone all night, I'll be back to tuck you into bed I promise."

"N-no!"

"No you don't want me to tuck you in?"

"N-no! D-don't go! Stay h-home D-Daddy!"

Leaning his skull against her head he shushed her gently moving to sit on the bed wrapping his arms more tightly around her hugging her as closely as he could.

"Breath Winfred...you're gonna get a head pain and then you really won't be happy."

The hard crying became a mix of hard choked sobs, coughing and whines. It took a good amount of time to calm her down when these panics hit but Red had gained a quick and effective method to deal with them. Nothing like being squeezed tight by your dad as he sways side to side humming your favorite lullaby. Little arms moved after a few quiet minutes drying stained cheeks and pushing messy red hair out of her face. The tension finally melted away as she leaned more comfortably into Red's frame laying her cheek on his shoulder twirling his shirt between her fingers as the final shaky breath was heard.

"Ya feelin better now baby bones?"

"....y-yeah..."

"Can we talk now without anymore cryin'?"

"Yeah."

He wanted to sit her up and have her look at him but some parental urge told him to keep on with the cuddles and nuzzles.

"This is the first time that my work is havin' a function for us. It won't be very long at all, two-maybe two in a half hours long tops. And you know I work really close to home and can be back super fast. So I need you to be good and hang out with Uncle grillby and make sure he behaves okay? I promise promise promise that I'll be home to tuck you in bed okay?"

She tensed up a bit whining but a reassured squeeze stopped it.

"O-okay...can I call you i-if I want too?"

"Yes you can. Uncle Grillby always has me on speed dial."

The nod was slow to be given but once he had it Red slowly eased his hold placing her on the ground as the booming voice of Grillby reverberate throughout the walls.

"Go get some snuggles from him Winfred and I'll be down in a second."

"Okay..."

Running phalanges through her crimson locks he noted that she looked so tired now that she might be asleep before he even got home as she pitter patted out the door closing it gently. This was at least a step in the direction needed to get the melt downs under control. Red knew he would manage, it would just be hard for a bit.

Later that night walking through the front door feeling more relaxed the moment he was home the scene he found melted his soul. Grillby leaned back in the couch propped up by a fist with Winfred curled up so nice and snug in his lap looking like a burrito in her favorite quilt.

"Damn, guess I missed tuck in time."

Not wanting to disturb the two he passed quietly back up to his room but kept his door open incase a certain baby bones decided to claim a spot in bed with him.

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Killermare/Nightkiller - Soul Mates

Hey! I finished the prompt person who made a request like a month ago! I literally do not want to even look at this anymore. I’ve been picking away at it all month between shifts and breaks and I’m beginning to hate it by virtue of seeing it too much. 

The beginning has been edited and now has some nsfw soul-mating and some after effect scenes!

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“Are you sure you want this? With me?” Nightmare wouldn’t meet Killer’s eyes. He stood in front of one of his room’s many arched windows, moonlight shimmering over his blackened form. His tentacles had curled in on him, arms crossed, an uncharacteristic sign of vulnerability that Killer had only seen inside of this room.

“Why wouldn’t I?” Killer, too, let his eternally present grin fall. This matter meant too much, and Nightmare’s insecurity fell heavily on him, on them. 

“Isn’t it obvious?”

“I have an idea, but I want to hear the specifics. ‘s important.” Killer crossed his own arms to match, to hold back the urge to touch his moon until he finished his thoughts.

“Soul mating is to share all that you are with another.” Nightmare turned to face out over the darkened wilds his castle oversaw. “It’s to be unified on every level and live as one until we cease to be. I am not afraid of being unified with you myself; I have centuries of existence and a power to shake the multiverse, and while I’m certain that I will be affected by you, as I am even now when we’re separate, I am also sure of my ability to handle it as I have everything else.”

“It’s me you don’t trust to deal.” Killer sighed, frown downturning further. Nightmare whirled around in an instant.

“I trust you with my life Killer.” He hurried across the room to hold his beloved’s face, a concerned eye looking into Killer’s, begging him to understand. “I would not humor this for anyone else, I would not want this with anyone else. To be joined with you is a dream I wish for. But…” His thumbs wiped away the streaks of liquid hate on Killer’s face. “To be joined to me is my namesake. You will know misery on a level you have never known.”

Killer reached up to hold Nightmare’s hands. He smiled with a short laugh.

“I think I’ve known some pretty deep fucking misery Night.” Killer let go to reach out for Nightmare’s jacket, pulling him closer. “I’m not fragile. You worry too much. ‘Sleeping near me might give you nightmares’ and ‘if I lose control during sex, I could hurt you’ and, my favorite, ‘I am the guardian of negativity, I cannot love you back.’ Yet we’re here.” He took a nice deep breath, sinking into the comfort that was Nightmare pressed to his chest. Nightmare’s fingers clutched at his back.

“Not like this Killer, never like this.” Cyan tears welled up, hands vice gripped onto his hoodie. “I am not minimizing your suffering, I have felt it firsthand, but mine is long and continuous. It bores into your soul and lives there. You mention that I have always worried and you have overcome, but yet, I still worry. Negativity is at the root of me.”

His tentacles reached out like more arms. The fear was palpable, flavoring the air and thick on their tongues. Nightmare could never forsake what he was. He could not undo what had been done.

“And to join you with that? I’m afraid of what this could do to you. Will you gain my corruption? Will I lose you like I lost myself for all those years? How much of you must be traded for us to experience this pinnacle of connection?” Night’s words flooded from his mouth, crying bitterly at the thought of turning Killer away, all for his sake. “Every single thing others can have, I must first pay a cost. To just exist without punishment cost my life, my home, my family. And even then, I did not escape punishment, I merely gained the ability to fight back!”

“Nightlight…look at me.” And he listened. Killer tapped his teeth to his.

“Killer…” Nightmare tapped back, kissing him deeply with wet cheeks. The tension of the room could be cut with a knife, Killer could feel it in the line of Night’s back, and he knew how to work that out. When they broke apart, Killer didn’t move back an inch.

“Remember when you confessed?” His voice rough and heavy against Night’s teeth, Killer’s eyes went half lidded. “You looked so shocked, like you couldn’t believe it.”

“I still don’t.” Nightmare’s voice dropped low, shaky but wanting.

“Moon, are you happy, being with me?” Night’s tentacles clutched him tight, Nightmare pressing up tight to him with another kiss, their faces still millimeters apart.

“Of course. Idiot...” His eye glanced wistfully at the bookshelves on the wall, expression serious and hesitant. Killer chuckled softly at the worry. He wiped his god’s tears away.

“Then why couldn’t I be happy joined with you?” Night’s body sparked with magic underneath his fingertips. “If even the god of negativity can be happy with the one he loves, why couldn’t I do the same with a piece of him living in my soul?” Killer licked his teeth, tongue touching his moon’s at this distance, groaning at the catch in Nightmare’s breath.

“You could.”

Killer crushed Night up against him, the smaller hands fisting in the loose blue hoodie in their passion. Kissing Nightmare always got his motor running. His dark tentacles sought out every surface to lavish attention on Killer’s body, three times the stimulation of any other partner and a hell of a lot more interesting.

“Let me have ya then.” His pointer finger slid down the black cheek, catching softly on his jaw, over his sensitive throat, and leaving a hot trail of need down his sternum before halting. Right over Night’s soul. “Mate with me Moon.”

Night reached out slowly for Killer’s soul, always within reach but rarely so bright, tapping the surface with a fond smile. Killer felt the weight of his words resonate across his being.

“Promise I won’t lose you?” Killer grinned widely.

“Promise.” The tenseness dropped from Night’s back, arms slung around Killer’s shoulders with a more confident look.

“Then take me Killer.”

Killer had a slight height advantage, but Night made up for it with vigor. The black fingers pulled at the hoodie, growling when Killer laughed at him for its slow removal.

“My soul’s not inside my ribcage Moonlight. Did ya forget?” He chuckled until Nightmare pulled their faces together again, groaning into Night’s mouth, tasting and teasing the cyan tongue until he felt Night’s fingers loosen. He took the opportunity to run a phalange up from Night’s back to his sternum, tracing a rib. Night broke off to shiver.

“Are you trying to rush?” Nightmare traced the outer edge of the target shaped soul. It snapped into a heart shape for the second go around. “There you are.”

“I just like when ya touch me.” Killer winked, grinding up against Night’s pelvis. Night bucked against the bulge in front of him. He kept rubbing the tiny heart in his hands while Killer nuzzled into his throat to nip and lick at the sensitive vertebrae there. “Fucking delicious. Can’t wait to have ya.” Killer took a deep breath in, lost in the scent of Nightmare. 

Night didn’t respond, only kissed the soul in his hands, trying to impart what he couldn’t say. I’m the lucky one. That you want me, it matters more than anything else. 

Killer’s mouth licked haphazardly. The warm buzz of emotion from Night seeped into his body, unfurling the little anxieties building in the peripheral of their relationship. Killer put on a grandiose show, playing the part of the cocky bastard to his moon’s calm stoic, but Nightmare very rarely opened up this far. His moon cried less than Killer had fingers on one hand. He spoke seldomly about the past in anything but factual recounts. The fact he’d been so honest, that he could feel that pure emotion through the contact, put him in a drunken euphoria. 

“Moooooon, you’re wearing too many clothes.” He pushed the hoodie off Night’s shoulders, caught on his elbows. “Come to the bed.” Killer slid his hands up to hold Night’s hands, soul dropped and returned to its place.

Killer led him towards the bed, but let him go with a sly grin. He stripped off his shirt with a twirl, revealing his ribs with hungry eyes, dropping his shorts in the next moment to persuade his love to do the same.

“Eager, are you?” Nightmare’s voice betrayed nothing, but the slow shrug off of his sweater spoke volumes.

“Already missing that touch of yours.” He gestured to his soul. “I could get off from just that.”

A peace offering, a way to back out, to build to this piece by piece. Night stepped closer to his love leaned back on the bed.

With a determined eye, he skimmed over the bulge of Killer’s cock, meeting Killer’s captivated gaze with ferocity. He only broke it to remove his suffocating shirt.

“Ignoring my needs? What type of mate do you plan to be?” Killer’s eyelights popped into existence while Nightmare seated himself on his lap. “I thought you said you’d never disappoint me…” He almost fell off when Killer sat up to meet him, smashing their teeth together.

Killer dove in, not leaving room for Nightmare to fight back, overwhelming his small lover with how much he could explore with his eyes closed. They were both pantless by the time Nightmare’s senses returned, breathless but alive with energy.

“If you’re feeling needy, we’ll focus on you then.” Nightmare had no ecto formed yet, Killer instead reaching up into his chest for the dark apple soul he’d never been allowed to touch. His hand hesitated before tapping the blackened surface. “Last chance Nightmare.” And when all he got was silence, he took it out and held it up to his face.

Unlike his own soul, the black apple sat calmly in his hand. It had little give, the dark peel a thin barrier to protect it from the outside world, everlasting and unbroken until this very moment.

“Didn’t expect that.” Killer ran his thumbs over the surface, testing the limits of the shell and Night in one swoop. His moon sat unaffected except by a blush.

“I’m sorry it’s not what you expected.” He could read Night’s hesitation in his body language, but not from the soul seated in his hands, its aura as calm on the exterior as its owner. He wanted in. Killer gently bit down on the apple, not wanting to go clean through, but maybe create a little breach. When Night didn’t react, he bit down harder. His ectobody formed instantly, boosting him up on Killer’s lap.

“OooooooH!” He broke the skin, a small cut through the outer barrier. Night hadn’t ripped it away yet, so Killer turned it over until he could work his tongue into the hole.

“KiLLeR.” Night’s thighs tightened on his legs, hips bucking down wantonly while his cyan tongue lolled out of his mouth. Killer kept working and tasting, getting deeper and deeper into the soul. “STARS, Killer, please. Fuck me!”

Tentacles curled up every limb stroking and teasing. They sought out Killer like a moth to the flame, knowing who was pleasing their master, eager to return the favor. Killer appreciated their caress, but focused in on the torrent of emotion pouring into his mouth from the apple. Night’s composure seldom broke outside of the bedroom, and even here, he was not driven to utmost debauchery, often just more openly honest about his desires. Licking directly into his core, Killer could taste how much Night was holding back. He sucked out some of the wet flavor with a slurp.

“God ya want this so bad. Good, me too.” Killer worked two fingers into the break to Night’s wrecked gasps. “My soul can’t fit in here love. Gunna have to make room for me inside ya.” 

“I need you inside me, right now.” Night’s tentacles readjusted them quickly for his red cock to slide up and down Night’s already wet folds. “I love you, connect with me, I’ve got so much room for you…” Killer heard the wet squelch of Night stretching himself open with a tentacle in preparation, making his cock twitch in anticipation. He forced his tongue in around the three fingers he’d worked into Night’s soul. His reward was instantaneous. 

“AAH!” Night’s knees knocked on his waist, his eye wide and hazy, which Killer took advantage of by pulling Night further onto him and starting to sink into his soaked pussy along with the slicked tentacle still stuffed inside. 

“Oh FUCK!” Night’s cyan eye rolled into his skull, trembling apart at the seams. “T-they fit?”

“They sure do.” Killer pulled his soul up to the opening in Night’s. “You ready for the second squeeze?” He flexed his hips making Nightmare scream.

“Stuff me full Killer, hah, please!” 

With a gentle push, his soul tapped against the inside of Night’s, the opening worked large enough for the entire thing to fit along it on one side. He watched fascinated. Normal soulmating, you could hold two souls together and they’d combine, no work required but the desire to do so, but he had to try at getting his moon open enough to reach the savory core. They sat against each other for an instant, Killer anxious if he’d gone about it wrong and Night if he could even do this at all, before Killer’s entire soul slid directly inside, combining them in a flash of color.

The red apple hung between them pleasantly. Killer’s eyelights glowed bright as Night’s went deep purple.

“Moon?” The words echoed in his mind, though it felt like he spoke them. He didn’t need to say anything, Night was him and he was Night, but his sudden desire to hear Nightmare overrode logic.

“My darling soul.” Hands rested on his face. Night’s locked eyes with his, faces moving closer, but even an inch felt too far. It was slow deliberate love, that first kiss, the taste of their soulmate for the very first time.

But then Night shifted to get a little closer and the thickness inside him sparked the desire.

That spark quickly caught, burning through both of them with the intensity of sun, each thought echoing between their souls, escalating to a constant hum that drowned out the rest. Night slid forward to take Killer and his own appendage to the hilt. Killer moaned loudly before pulling Night up to his chest with a desperate kiss. He could barely get out any words.

“I love you.” It slurred from his teeth, feeling the tentacle inside of Night curl around his cock to make it stretch out Night wider. “You’ve got my soul inside yours, ya shouldn’t mind if I fill ya with my cum right?” He thrusted experimentally; Night wailed and slid down to meet his hips. His purple blush complimented the wrecked expression, staring into Killer’s eyes like a lifeline, before nodding with a broken moan. “Fuck you’re perfect.”

He started slow. Night winced at the end of the thrusts and Killer wasn’t so far gone as to not notice; to the contrary, he had never been more aware of his moon. The sound of his voice breaking on Killer’s name a symphony, the taste of his love’s tongue a banquet, all his senses awakened at the sight of his gorgeous soulmate. And through the bond, he could feel Night’s agreement.

“Please, please, please!” Oversensitive and at the emotional limit, Killer could feel his peak rapidly approaching, speeding up to slam into Night, clapping their ecto together between lewd pants and groans. He dropped his sweaty head against Night’s shoulder.

“God Night, come for me!” Night’s pussy clamped down tight with his orgasm. Killer rode it to his own finish.

“Fuck!” 

He slow thrusted through it, filling up Night with his red magic, sliding against each other with pleasant bonelessness. They fell back onto the bed in their embrace.

“Killer…”Night’s head rested on his chest, one hand rubbing over where he could see Killer’s cum inside himself. Killer felt tears drip onto his ribcage.

“Nightlight?” He cradled Night’s head. He held him tight, Night nuzzling his chest with the rarest of expressions.

“Thank you.” The genuine smile, soft and sweet, hit Killer right in their combined souls, overcome with their combined joy. He had it so bad. They readjusted to separate, sharing soft continuous kisses, settling into the blankets with unmatched contentment.

“We look pretty good together.” He stroked a finger over the red apple, both trembling with a soft sigh. “Can’t get rid of me now. No take-backs.”

“I can think of no better partner for eternity.” And that deep honesty flustered Killer. He hoped he’d get to see more of this side of his beloved moon now that they were one. Being one in all forms had unlocked more of himself than had existed before, parts he would adopt from Night starting to click in as extensions of his soul. Something dark ate at the back of Killer’s mind, but combined like this, it was held at bay effortlessly by Night’s calm thoughts and breathing.

“Let’s get some rest Nightlight. We have the rest of our lives tomorrow.” He pulled up a sheet to cover them, and placed one last kiss on Night’s teeth. 

“That we do.” With their combined souls hanging between them, they slipped in restful sleep. 

-

Killer woke up late. Looking around, he realized he’d been moved from Night’s bedroom to the study. He sat up (appropriately though not fully dressed) on the lounge that Nightmare had scooted closer to his desk.

“Good afternoon. How are you feeling?” Killer felt strangely apprehensive before realizing that the feeling wasn’t centered in his body. The immediacy lessoned the longer he thought about it, though the intensity of that wariness kept ratcheting up while he tried to speak.

“Is that you?” The sudden break in relief caused emotional whiplash and a spike of discomfort.

“Yes. My apologies, I wasn’t reigning in my reactions.” The normal calm came back, with a background fluttering of too many emotions to name. “It should be more manageable now.”

“Wow, I must be bothering the fuck outta you.” He laughed at the tinges of worry, indignation, and relief in turn. A glance at his own chest revealed only his own soul. They’d separated when sleeping it appeared.

“Always.” 

“Wow, this is what you’re actually feeling?” Each emotion felt so distinct and different, the deep fondness manifesting as a touch to the cheek and a soft smile, the yearning a waltz across a marble floor, remaining a respectable distance but waiting for a moment alone to close the distance. So caught in this tide, he didn’t notice the tentacle resting along his back.

“Yes. I hope you could see through the sarcasm beforehand. But focus for a moment.” The appendage slid up his spine, Killer shivering. “I’m syphoning my power out of you by force, but once I break contact, you will be hit with whatever my corruption has done to you.”

“Still worried?” Killer grinned with a tilt of his head, shit eating smile not calming Night in the slightest.

“I didn’t want you to wake up in whatever state this will put you in. There’s a difference from knowing it’s coming to waking up overwhelmed.” Killer rolled his shoulders to ready up, taking a few breaths before nodding confidently. 

“Hit me with it Nightlight.” 

The instant the words left his mouth, the weight of the corruption fell on his back. He gasped, choking on the weight of the atmosphere, hate spilling out of his eyes. His soul pulsed heavily, weighted and overwhelming, drowning in a pit of self-loathing and anger that he almost couldn’t see through. 

He fell off something. His hands scrambled along the floor, colliding with something that Killer clawed at until he was sat up again.

He trembled violently, bones clattering against his leverage. Sounded familiar though. Where had he heard it before? He focused on the sound to anchor himself in the moment, reflecting on it until the answer came to him suddenly. Nightmare’s desk, he’d had sex on enough times to remember the way wood sounded banging against bone.

Nightmare! He’d been with him before this.

Killer heaved in a few gulps of air. If he reached out with his magic, he could feel him, dark and powerful not too far away, and that helped get through the worst of the panic. The calm washed over him like soothing rain. It soaked into his joints until he laid back against the wood, completely still.

Amidst the black came a single bright ping of light. Hope lit in his chest like a lamp, illuminating his eyelights, finally able to see.

Feelings were too overwhelming to speak, but his staticky pupils stared at his moon’s face.

Nightmare forwent his usual propriety, his normally impassive face scrunched up in unease. His cyan pupil took in every movement, any motion or emotion he could see. Every tentacle hovered around him worriedly, barely restrained from touching Killer to sap the feeling away. He felt Night’s palms on his. He gripped them back with a tired grin.

He could see Nightmare trying to speak, but his ears hadn’t caught up to him yet, still roaring with the stress his body had gone through. He tugged on Nightmare’s arms, toppling the king to the ground into him. Pressed against his chest, he felt better already.

Oh look at his cute soulmate. God he loved him.

Night had been knocked down to kneeling over Killer’s collapsed form, sitting in his lap with flushed cyan cheeks, all right in reach of Killer. Night really should know who he was dealing with by now.

Killer kissed him fully, hands trailing to his shoulder joints to get his moon to huff and let him in. It felt incredible, their magic tongues sparking up pure passion between them through the bond. The fog from the shock of Night’s power was clearing, getting further and further away the more he touched his precious mate, measured in the volume of sounds finally reaching him. By the time they broke apart, Killer had his mind back enough to speak.

“I told you. You worry too much.” Killer grinned, eyes closed and amused. He nuzzled Night’s cheeks with his own. “If you think I was handsy before, you won’t be able to handle how much I want ya now.”

“You’re incorrigible.” Nightmare surged up into another kiss. The magical connection pulsed alive in their souls, swept away in the insatiable urge to be closer to each other. So enraptured that they only halted when they heard mumbling to the side.

“I’m not interrupting them Papyrus, they’ll take a break eventually…” Dust didn’t even flinch when their eyes snapped over to him.

“Didn’t take ya as a voyeur Dusty!” Killer laughed. Nightmare stood quickly, but didn’t move to take his place behind his desk.

“I suppose you’re reporting in on your latest assignment in Fellswap.” Night could compartmentalize like a pro, his face blank and unaffected in moments while Dust relayed his findings calmly. Killer had envied Night’s ability to sort away emotions and reject them, choosing to feel them instead of being overcome, but now that he had a direct link behind the facade, he found himself awed at his moon’s composure under enormous influence.

Calmed by the impromptu make out session, Killer searched inside himself for what was new.

The parts of the bond that came from Nightmare felt shiny, not like the pieces that had always been there. He could feel those rotting things from his own past had been broken in, worn to match the rest of him, unlike that which was added. Killer visualized Nightmare’s power like a tiny galaxy living in him. Dark and expansive, powerful and captivating, it crooked a finger at him to indulge in the negative in himself and in others around him. He could pull on it, indulge in the poisonous vapors, become more powerful in an instant. 

Tentacles slithered over his arms, lifting him carefully but pulling his back flush against Nightmare’s chest.

“Now where were we?” Night’s voice rumbled through the both of them. Killer stroked each appendage and licked the corner of Nightmare’s mouth.

“Almost to the good part.”

He was level 20. Right hand of the terror of the multiverse. Mated to the god of negativity. He’d killed plenty and taken what he wanted his entire life. 

Killer shut the power out of his mind. He’d take it in stride and learn to tame the damn thing. No need to throw away his sanity for more power than he already had, especially not at the cost of his moon. 

One stray hand to his pelvis and the thought was gone.

-

“How do ya deal with the cravings?” Killer’s hand clenched around his knife, breathing through his nose in metered breaths. Blood red magic ran from his mouth where he’d bitten his tongue at the last second.

“I indulge when it is safe to do so.” Night watched cautiously from the door to the training room.

“And when’s that?” Killer curled in on himself.

“Moments like right now.” 

He and Horror had been sparring, just like normal, taunting back and forth, when the corruption had reared its ugly head mid-sentence. 

“Can’t keep up? Maybe that’s why you couldn’t feed Pap-” Killer instantly ate his own words, teeth cutting clean through his tongue before Horror could do anything in retaliation. He didn’t even block the attack Horror had started. They weren’t fragile, god knows that they had tougher skin than most, but there were lines you did not cross, and Killer had sprinted straight past them without looking back. He hadn’t moved since.

“So you’re feeding off my fuckup? At least that’s something.” His shirt was wet against his sternum, stuck and soaked in the front, sticky and thick on his fingers tearing into the fabric.

Nightmare pulled down, sitting beside him on the floor. Every limb hovered over Killer’s form. Times like this, he almost detested Nightmare’s superior control, unable to see beyond that carefully neutral face and the wall Nightmare could pull between their bond with ease.

“I cannot help my nature. That doesn’t mean I wished for this.” Nightmare folded his hands in his lap, a picture of patience. “He has already forgiven you.”

“He fucking shouldn’t. I knew what the fuck saying that would do.” Killer sneered at the floor. Black dripped down to mix with the crimson staining his clothes. He was such a piece of shit, giving in like this was his first damn rodeo, like he’d never had to exert ANY fucking self control! He fell forward until his face met the floor.

“You’ve only had this power for a few weeks. It takes time.” Killer could feel his tentacles tentatively soothe him at the edges, pokes and pats soft enough to be shaken off should he decide to run. “I’m sorry.”

Killer’s eyelights flicked on at the tiny pulse of sadness. Night could hide a lot, but powerful swings couldn’t be hidden from your soulmate.

He turned over to stare at his moon. His face looked steady as always, but knowing the emotion beneath gave it away. Night met his gaze evenly, but his eye had gotten soft, rounded on the edges. If he looked closely, tension pulled Night’s arms taut, elbows pressed too hard into his lap, tiny tremors in the forearms from pushing his stress to a hidden place most wouldn’t notice. Really seeing it had Killer shuffling up to sit again.

“Moon, I don’t regret anything. I’m mad at myself but not at this.” He sought out Night’s folded hands, grasping them with his dirtied ones. “The only thing directed at you is that you still keep hiding from me.”

“It’s...a lot to handle. You already feel overwhelmed, so I…”

“I get to decide when it’s too much Nightlight. Tell me how ya really feel.” The revulsion from his actions faded away, patiently waiting for Night to let down the wall.

It dropped all at once, a dam cracked open over his psyche, Killer awash in a million emotions, many that didn’t have names but ate at him sharply. Another piece of him soaked it in, eating up all Night’s doubts and self-loathing with glee. Killer flinched.

“It feels weird as fuck to like when you’re upset.” Killer scrunched up his face. “I prefer you smilin’. Or moaning.” He gave Night a saucy wink. His reward, a light peal of laughter, lit his soul up like a glowstick. Night cupped his wet face with a soft smile.

“I’d like that too.” A chaste kiss melted the dark atmosphere away, Killer left besotted in the wave of fondness from his lovely moon. “I will always feed on the negative, but in this, I gain strength from our love too.” He hummed softly at Killer’s enamoured look. “In sickness and health, my soul.”

The kiss was warm, but not drawn out. They were still in the training room after all.

“I guess I should clean up and apologize to Horror. Even if he forgives me, don’t mean I don’t have to apologize.” Killer stretched back. With a swing of his torso, he landed on his feet. Night stood to join him, resisting the urge to take him elsewhere for soft reassurances. “See ya tonight light?” Killer stuck his tongue out.

“It isn’t optional.” Night pulled him forward with a single hand by the collar of his hoodie. “I’d hunt you down if you tried to stay away.” His seductive smile made Killer purr.

“Hunt me down then Moonbeam. I look forward to it.” The pleasant shimmer of emotion under it all warmed his bones as he walked to his room for a change of clothes. Killer caught a glimpse of the hall mirror, taking in his wrecked appearance with little concern. With each day, he owned more and more of this new darkness, and one day soon, he’d have eternity left with Night. He flexed his arms to rest them behind his head.

“Now where is Horror?”

-

“Take Horror and get the fuck out of here.” Killer swung his blade through an ink stream. It deflected off to the side, narrowly missing Dust, who had Horror up over his shoulder.

“You can’t take Ink and Cross alone idiot.” Dust had started to back towards the exit anyway. He’d save two skins over one any day.

“Don’t need to take ‘em. Boss’s on his way, just gotta run out the clock.” His grin widened as he turned back to his opponents. The liquid hate began to pour from his sockets, dripping onto the floor, starting to puddle into pitch black pools. He slid his knife under the waterfall to coat it in the black sludge. “And I’ve gotten better at taking my time.” When he stepped forward, Cross stepped back.

“What’s the matter? Don’t tell me you’re afraid.” 

“Not a bit.” Cross’s stance shifted to put his blade between them. He kept readjusting his grip on his weapon, anxiously preparing for whatever new tricks Killer had up his sleeve. “I’m not so easily shaken.” His white eye went gold.

“I don’t think that’ll make that much of a difference.” Killer flipped his knife with ease, taunting his favorite punching bag of the Stars. Internally, he checked his balance to dodge positivity arrows. “Whatcha gunna do? Stare at me?”

Cross swung confidently in a forward dash. Killer jumped out of the way.

“I’ve got positivity on my side.” Killer almost laughed, but a shot of ink missed his face by an inch. 

“And a little help!” Ink chuckled, setting himself up around the edges of Cross and Killer’s spar as inconvenient back up. Killer blocked a direct attack, focusing his energy to spread the corruption over to Cross’s blade at point of contact. The gold eyelight flickered until Cross whipped back.

“What the hell did he do to you?” Cross curved the sword to smash into the ground with a grimace. The sludge cracked and crumbled off.

“It’s better than the nothing Dream gave you.” Killer stuck out his tongue, enraging Cross into re-engaging. 

Cross hadn’t gotten much better. His stamina had increased, drastically so, but so had Killer’s, that wasn’t making the difference. Cross stepped into the sludge pool, sliding off balance. Killer pounced on the opening. The back up ink stream caught his shoulder. He growled at the shot of pain but poured that feeling into his spark, bouncing back before Cross could even react.

Even the help wasn’t making that much of a difference. Cross just wasn’t messing up as much as usual.

Cross had always left openings in his attacks, and Killer exploited them, which upset Cross, which made him fuck up more, which made him an easier target, ad naseum until he kicked his angry, self loathing ass. Looks like he’d gone and gotten with Dream to get over himself. Well mostly, because he was still fucking up, but each success powered the positivity and that weakened Killer now, even as his own worries ate at him. It was the world’s worst snowball effect. Too absorbed in his own head; he found himself backed into a wall.

“Look who’s cornered now?” Killer hated that smile on Cross. Well, he’d either have to take a scalding or a slice to get out of this. He leaned back to push out of the corner after the swing.

“Try not to get my face. Boss’ll have no eye candy at the castle.” 

“Well we can’t have that.” The sight of the tentacle gripping Cross’s knife made him swoon.

“W-what?” Cross’s eyesight dimmed back to white with Night’s touch. “How’d you get here so fast?!” Nightmare tilted his back towards Ink.

“Killer.”

“Yes Boss.” He took off towards the painter like a bolt, powered by the Night’s aura and the dread Cross eeked over the battlefield. He listened to Nightmare’s talk while easily keeping Ink busy.

“The better question, Cross, is why Dream has not come to save you. Are you just not worth saving?” He’d wrapped Cross in his tentacles, the spark of positivity being drowned out by the overwhelming panic, much tastier than normal loathing. “Did you think you could take him alone? Did you doubt that I’d come to defend what’s mine? Or is it...you can’t call him?”

“I can call him!” But no one came.

“Don’t forget who I am. I am not easily deceived.” Night’s satisfied smile drilled into Cross’s mind. “Such a pity. He mates with you but doesn’t tend to your spark. What a waste.” He tightened his hold on Cross, wincing at the tightening pressure. “Killer can call me from any corner of the world if he chooses. He can wield my gift. You were left with nothing but the promise of feeling better, while I raised my mate higher.” Night manipulated Cross to stare at him in the eyes. “Dream truly does not understand his own power, and, by extension, you.” Condescending and conceited in turns, though Killer could feel the pride beneath.

“You and Killer?” He’d barely gotten it out before his eyelights blanked.

“Not your concern.” He’d seeped most of Cross’s strength away before throwing him towards Ink disdainfully. He broke off his fight with Killer to look over at the limp offering. “I suggest you get him out of my sight. I will not spare him a second time.” Night turned away from the crumpled heap, wrecked traitor gone as soon as Ink grabbed him.

“If I said I wanted your body now, would ya hold it against me?” Killer held his arms wide open. Nightmare walked directly into them, not even waiting until Ink had fully portaled, kissing his mate fondly.

“Have I told you that you can be insufferable at times?” Killer laughed so hard he could hardly stand up straight.

“I know I’m your favorite. No need to say anything.” With a hand to guide Night on his chin, Killer angled into another kiss, soaking in the love and affection from his moon as easily as he had his worries and troubles. Nightmare rested easily between his arms, happier than Killer had ever seen and proud beyond measure of HIS soulmate.

“I love you. You are, indeed, my favorite.” He leaned into Killer’s chest. “Now, how about we go home for some preferential treatment?”

“Moon, you just read my mind.” Killer wrapped an arm around Night’s waist, sliding the other hand along his arm until he had Night’s clasped off to the side. A perfect dance pose, Night shaking his head with fake exasperation, straightening to press against him. The portal whirled open somewhere behind them. “Let’s waltz on outta here.” Night laughed.

“Lead the way Killer.”

He grinned and waltzed them right through the portal, to home.

-

Thank god, it POSTED.

[dragon-tamer-1]

Meet the Insomnia Triplets!

This is their official ref for them! Here's all the info I had for them:

Names: Sola, Miscal, Somnus

Ages: 8

Sola- Daughter

Personality: Shy, soft-spoken, would absolutely sass you though

Likes: Chocolate, her family, knitting, sewing, dolls(especially the ones her daddy(Error) makes), trees.

Dislikes: Loud noises, violence, spicy food

Favorite parent: Error

Abilities: Can summon bones that are made of positive energy, can make magic orbs of light to either brighten a dark area or blind others to get away in a fight, can use blue strings(mainly for sewing and knitting).

Appearance: Has grey bones except on her hands, which have yellow phalanges, has orange eyesockets with blue eyelights, glitches are few and far between on her, has blue tear marks under her right eyesocket, under her left eyesocket is a symbol of the sun.

Miscal- Son

Personality: Excitable, not too loud but more talkative, clumsy but likes to be helpful.

Likes: Playing, helping his siblings or parents, spicy food.

Dislikes: Sweets, bugs, bad jokes.

Favorite parent: Dream

Abilities: Can glitch through walls(not floors or ceilings, thank the stars), can somehow become invisible if he glitches too much(caused his parents quite a scare the first time it happened), has the ability to summon a staff that can turn into a whip, can pull red strings from his tear marks(they can burn others if he wants them to).

Appearance: Has white bones like Dream, has tear marks similar to Error's but are red under his left eyesocket, his eyelights are a mix of blue and yellow, his hands are black, has more glitches than Sola and Somnus.

Somnus- Son

Personality: Relaxed, protective, has older sibling energy even though they're all the same age.

Likes: Exploring, nature, reading, singing.

Dislikes: Anyone who treats his family poorly.

Favorite parent: Both

Abilities: Can soothe others into sleep, can summon blasters of any size(still small for now though), strings have a calming effect.

Appearance: Has black bones except for his phalanges which are white and red, one eyesocket is red, the other eyesocket is black, has yellow tear marks under his eyesockets, one of his eyelights are yellow, the other eyelight is red and blue, has less glitches than Miscal but more than Sola.

Other information about the triplets:

- All three have a spirit energy form: Sola's is red and yellow, Miscal's is blue and red, and Somnus' is blue and yellow.

- Even though they have favorite parents, they love both of them.

- Somnus helps his parents when they have a rough night sleeping, or if one of them(Error mostly) forgets/goes too long without sleeping.

- Sola learns how to knit and sew from Error, Dream finds it adorable when those two are working together.

- Miscal is a ball of energy and likes to run around, usually the one who gets into trouble. Accidentally keeps knocking things over no matter how cautious he is. His parents don't really get angry at him for it, though, they know he's trying to be more careful.

- The glitches don't hurt them, though they can increase in intensity if they're feeling any strong emotions, like if they're really, really happy, or got really mad or something. Miscal is the only one who can consciously multiply his glitches, which allows him to temporarily become invisible.

(Pretend they have glitches, I'm too tired to fix that right now)

Also here's the other thing I did here: an illustration for the last chapter of the OTP Week, where they are introduced. Error's scars are as healed as they're going to get, but they don't hurt anymore. It's something I don't think I really touched on in the story, just how beat up he is in the beginning. He used to be dealing with near broken bones, or even just broken bones that he had to deal with. But Dream had healed them as much as he could once Error trusted him enough to allow him. And now they're very happy, if still a bit unsure in Error's case. Oh, and Dream is indeed wearing Error's sweater.

(Oh, and @jann-the-bean look! They're done!)