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You knew what you were doing.
Tight clothes, revealing and skimpy, just for this very reaction.
The way you bent, just so, to expose a tempting glimps of ecto or intimate bone area.
The heavy lidded looks, tempting smiles and lingering touches.
Edgy banter, naughty jokes that just skirted over lewdness.
And, of course, flirting with pretty much everyone else in the room. Jealousy was such a pretty colour on him, after all.
Being the last female skeleton had made you a target for a lot of attention, the fact that you had grown up hidden away in the ruins, only to emerge a few months ago had added a layer of intrigue that had made you incredibly popular in an underground that never changed.
When all you ever see is the same old faces, when the only change is when someone is dusted, a new person is of great interest.
It was pretty fortunate that most of the attention was positive, and no one had decided to try to add you to their L.V.
"alrigh' doll face. time ta' go home." Sans gave you a raised brow bone as you drunkenly leaned over the bar to playfully slap the ass of the purple flame elemental manning the bar.
Grillby only smirked as he realised what you were doing, his near invisible eyes roving over your heavily spilling, violet ecto cleavage as it squished against the bar top.
" You ain't the boss'a me!" You whined petulant and pouty while the big boned skeleton picked you up and placed you back on your stool.
You adored how he towered over you. Most monsters did. Something about your mother dying at your birth had stunted your growth, her not being able to give you enough magic as you grew up. You were delicate and tiny in comparison to most but especially the skeleton brothers. That didn't make you less powerful, but Papyrus had nicknamed you Bite size for a reason.
" sure, doll, but right now, i will be if it gets 'ya ta' behave." The bulky skeleton grumbles, his near perma grin turned down, his scarlet eye lights sharp and small as he glared daggers at the leering monsters around you in the smokey bar.
"You're no fun anymore, Sans." Dogaressa chuckled from her booth seat, her mate stroking her silky white ears with affection.
"Yeah, let the lass play if she wants ta'." Doggo agreed, his eyes darting over your body as you swayed in your seat.
"She's grown, stop acting like yer' her dad or something." A slight curl of his furred lip showing his distain for the shark toothed skeleton.
Giving a giggle, you leaned forward, resting your palms against his barrel chest, smirking up at his glowering skull.
"Unless daddy play is your thing, huh Red?"
The nickname was guaranteed to make him soften towards you, and you knew it. You only used it when you wanted to get your way. He knew that just as well as you did, but it worked anyway.
Judging by the way his skull lit up in a ruddy glow, you had apparently found out even more about your grumpy companion that he had meant to let on.
Fun.
" fuckin'...just c'mon. home. now. " He hunched his shoulders, trying to hide the blush as he gripped your arm and pulled you to your feet.
A chorus of goodbyes followed you out the door as you both left Grillby's bar, along with more than a few snarls and jeers thrown Sans way as the door closed behind you and he dragged you out into the snowy night.
Growling lowly, Sans was deep in thought as he steered your drunken self back home.
When you had been taken to meet the king after you had emerged from the ruins, he had declared that you should live with the skeleton brothers, being of the same phenotype, he had said, it would be as it was on the surface. Skeletons had always lived in large packs, it was only right that it be that way again.
The building of a spare room was still ongoing, so you slept on the couch. Papyrus had been delighted to have you, even as he hid it beneath a surely exterior and sharp tongue.
Sans, on the other hand, had been silently livid for weeks, only warming up to you when he saw how kind you were to his brother.
You had worked hard, cooking, cleaning, and taking the time to get to know the spikey male, seeing past all the blustering and bravado, seeing the sweet and gentle skeleton beneath.
After that, it had become pleasant to live in the little wooden house.
A feminine touch could work wonders after all.
Having you to welcome them back after a long day, with fresh baked goods and a warm meal.
A few creature comforts had made their way into their lives. Soft cushions, warm and fluffy blankets, fresh flowers. Things that they wouldn't have thought of or wanted to be seen buying, but had made the house a home.
Sans had been happy to have you as a part of the pack, but of late that had changed.
He was still glad to have you there, still happy to see you and spend time with you, you were smart as a whip and had a wicked sense of humour, but you had started to do little things that made him sweat.
Today was just the tip of the iceberg, that little stunt in Grillby's, that crazy low cut top was frikken' sinful.
Even before you'd left to go out that night, you'd left the bathroom in nothing but a tiny towel that barely covered you at all!
Papyrus always let you use his room to get ready in and give you some sorely lacking privacy, usually you had worn a borrowed robe to cover your bare bones, but this time you had sauntered up the stairs in just the towel!
He could see your tail bone fer' stars sake!
And to make matters worse, you had clearly felt his eye lights as the followed you and had turned, winked, and stuck the tiniest bit of your tongue out before closing the bedroom door behind you.
Were you trying to give him a soul attack?
His thoughts came to a crashing halt as you both finally reached the front door of your shared home, where you promptly sat on the porch and refused to move.
"I'm tired, Sans. I'm gonna' sleep now." You slurred, slumping over and curling into a ball.
This also helped expose your panties as the skirt you wore rucked up around your thighs.
" f'fucks sake, doll. i ain't gonna' take ya' out again of ya' can't handle yer' self. i ain't ya' keeper." Sans huffed even as he lofted you easily and carried you in over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.
"Nuuuuu....I wanna' go with youuuu! "You mumbled into the back of his leather jacket, flailing lazily and making him sigh and chuckle.
He was proud of himself for ignoring how close your bared hips were to his skull, the scent of you tickling his nasal ridge. Smelled like honeysuckle.
" alrigh' doll, let's get'ya ta' bed, yeah?"
"Take me out to dinner first, at least, buddy!" You smirked as he tipped you onto the couch with a little bounce, the springs groaning in protest while you kicked off your strappy high-heeled shoes.
" ha. ha." Sans rolled his glowing eye lights, grabbing your blanket from the back of the couch and throwing it over you.
You were asleep before you felt the blanket cover you.
The next morning, you are awoken by the same thing you have been woken by every day since you moved in with the skeleton brothers.
Papyrus enthusiastically making breakfast.
He's loud. Very loud. Pans rattling and cupboards banging as he clatters around energetically.
Why he needs to make so much noise just to make oatmeal is anyones guess, you've never dared to ask.
It's only fortunate that you don't seem to have a hangover today. Thank the stars for small mercies.
" AH! BITE SIZE, YOU ARE AWAKE, GOOD! " Papyrus crows happily as he leaves the kitchen, two bowls of oatmeal in his hands, one of which he thrust into your hands.
"Morning Pappy." You smile, bleary-eye lighted up at him, tucking into the warm gloop gratefully. He had laced it with maple syrup, your favourite.
"I TAKE IT YOU HAD A GOOD NIGHT?" He smirks, leaning forward to pull your top back over your shoulder, it had slipped off as you slept and exposed a lot more than was decent.
"I think so, can't really remember getting home though." You shrugged. Your eye lights flickering upwards as you noticed Sans stood at the top of the stairs, his sockets narrowed, his grin down turned as he watched you and Papyrus talking.
" havin' fun?" His voice was jovial, but his eyelights were hard and sharp as they darted between you and his brother.
" SANS! IT IS RARE TO SEE YOU CONSCIOUS THIS EARLY IN THE DAY, TO WHAT DO WE OWE THE HONOUR!?" Papyrus snarked easily, ignoring his brothers sour attitude.
" ain't slept yet, wanted ta' be sure the dolly was still alive an' kickin' after her indulgence last night." The shorter skeleton grumbled, shuffling his way down the stairs and into the kitchen to retrieve his own bowl of oatmeal.
" I'm a big girl Sans I can handle a hang over if I even had one." You smirked into your breakfast as memories of the night before filtered back into your mind.
"I may not be able to look Grillby in the eye again for a while, though."
"STARS, BITE SIZE, WHAT DID YOU DO THIS TIME?" Papyrus groaned, his leather gloved hand covering his sockets.
"I kinda' think I maybe tried to slap his ass?" You shrugged, a slight blush of lavender glowing over your nasal ridge, highlighting the faint freckles there.
" doubt he'd have issue with ya'. " Sans huffed as he dropped onto the couch, making it sag heavily while Papyrus tried to hide his laughter behind his clenched fist.
" You think he'll be ok with it?" You quirked a brow bone, turning to Sans in doubt.
Sans was silent a while as he shovelled his food behind his bear trap teeth, seemingly lost in thought before he gave you a side eye and answered.
" looks like the guys at the bar are used ta' ya' flirtin' all the time. they ain't gonna' mind if it's you. might encourage it, even."
" What's that supposed to mean? I don't flirt all the time!" Indignant, you're frowning heavily as both skeletons chuckle.
" ya' do, doll. i seen ya' flirtin' with every single monster in that bar, more than once. ya' ain't careful, someone's gonna decide ta' take ya' up on it." The last part of his sentence was mumbled quietly, his eye lights locked onto your own.
You didn't look away.
Papyrus rolled his eye light and, with a sigh, interrupted your strange little stand off.
" WELL, AS FUN AS THIS HAD BEEN, I HAVE A MEETING WITH THE KING TO GET TO. THE LIFE OF A CAPTAIN IS NEVER DULL!"
" co- captain, bro." Sans gently reminded.
" THE LIFE OF A CO-CAPTAIN IS NEVER DULL!" Without missing a beat, Papyrus grabbed his scarf, wrapping it rakishly around his neck.
" I KNOW YOU HAVE THE DAY OFF, BUT CAN YOU AT LEAST TRY TO BE PRODUCTIVE TODAY, BROTHER?" The lack of hope was evident in his tone.
" no promises. " As always, Sans was true to form.
" Don't worry Pappy, I'll take care of things here, do you know what time you'll be back?"
"I'LL MOST LIKELY STAY OVER NIGHT AT THE CASTLE, THIS IS AN IMPORTANT, TOP SECRET MISSION! BUT I WILL BE SURE TO BE HOME TOMORROW! " Pride shone from his narrow sockets, a smug grin danced across his fangs as he marched out the door, banging it closed behind him in a flurry of snowflakes while you called out a goodbye.
" ya' know they're just havin' a poker night, right? " Sans chuckled, slumping lower into the couch. " i was meant ta' join em', but didn't wanna deal with it." You could see the pleased, lop sided grin he had from his pun.
Sans didn't pun often, preferring to use sarcasm rather than humour, but every so often, a pun would slip out and he always seemed smug about it.
The day continued on as it would normally, you made a nice meal, with a generous portion wrapped up and left in the hot fridge for Papyrus whenever he got back, Sans lounging around, reading his book or watching t.v with no real interest. Sometimes, you'd look in on him as you pottered about the house and see he had fallen asleep, his book in his hand still as his snores reverberated through the room.
The only time he stirred was when you got a phone call, his socket creeping open as you spoke to the caller.
" Oh, hey Doggo, what's up? A date? With you? Well... "
Sans had short cut across the room in a blink, yanked the phone from your hand, and placed it to his skull.
" nope." Was all he said down the phone as he hung up.
" Sans! What the hell!?" You huffed, trying to grab the phone back and failing as the tall skeleton held it way higher than you could reach. He said nothing more, just pocketing your phone, his face like thunder as he settled back in his seat with his sockets closed. You could hear it buzzing from his pocket.
You stomped your foot and stormed back into the kitchen to finish your clean up. You wanted revenge and knew just how to get it.
As the night drew in and the artificial light of the underground began to dim, you decided to shower and get ready for the night.
Sans was awake when you returned, not choosing to gift him with a free show this time, you were clad in the huge t-shirt he had given you and leggins, you feet hidden in some bootie slippers. The shirt had a washed-out decal of a pair of skeletal hands making an upside-down soul shape and you had fallen in love with it, no matter that it was so large on you that it hung off your shoulders.
" gettin' cozy fer the night there, doll?" Sans voice was lower pitched than even his usually was and rough with sleep.
" Yeah, but I thought we could play Zelda a bit before bed, what'd ya say?"
" sure, I'm game." Sans gave a quiet chuckle with that smug grin he always got at a well-timed pun as you set up the N64 to play. The ancient system was slow to boot and made worrying noises, but it still worked as best it could, considering it had been found in the dump years ago.
Once the game was set up, you wormed your way onto Sans lap, you alway did when you played, he didn't think on it too much, usually Papyrus would be there too, sat behind Sans in a warm pile. It made it easier to share the controls or aid in game puzzles.
" yer ain't mad about yer phone?" He asked quietly while you settled in comfortably.
" I was going to turn him down anyway, so I guess it's ok." You shrugged and started up the game.
" hehe, that little bug sounds just like you." Sans quipped, the same way he always did, sounding happier than he had been all day.
" Hey! Listen!" You squeaked, imitating Navi perfectly as you both laughed softly at the same old joke. It was calm, a contentment falling over you both that was so rare in the kill or be kill world you inhabited.
As the night drew in Sans decided it was time to go to bed. His bones were stiff from the long day of sitting on the couch, and he was meant to have an early shift at his station in the morning.
He slid his hands under you, meaning to place you beside him so you could continue to play without disturbance when his phlanges brushed across your thigh.
" allrigh' dolly, i'm gonna'..." He paused in his sentence, running his phlange over the bared ecto he had felt under your shirt. Not leggins, after all.
You didn't turn to face him, but a wicked grin stretched over your skull as you felt him stiffen behind you.
" dolly, ya wearing thigh highs?" Sans tone was tight, his phlange still stroking over the tiny patch of exposed ecto.
" I am." You replied calmly, still seemingly focused on your game, even as you felt him shift under you.
" pretty scandalous there, doll." You could hear a growl forming low in his chest, even as his tone was even. His phlange still caressing the same point on your thigh.
Giving a nonchalant shrug, you kept your sockets firmly on the screen as you replied to him.
" I think the fact I'm not wearing underwear is more scandalous, personally. "
You weren't even sure how he managed to get you on your back so fast, his massive form looming over you as he pinned you by your wrists on the couch.
" i'm so fuckin' sick a'this bull shit, dolly. yer a fuckin' brat an' i think it's time i showed ya' what happens ta' brats." He sounded furious, you'd never seen him so angry, his blood red eyelights smouldering brightly and his smile wider than you'd ever seen it, showing off his gold fang as it glinted in the low light from the t.v. screen.
"Sans..." You started, but he didn't let you even try, his magic crackling as it snapped over your mouth and wrists, stopping you from being able to talk or free your hands.
"ya' drivin' me crazy, doll. ya' think i like seein' ya' come on ta' every monster in the fuckin' underground? " His hand wrapped around your neck, not squeezing, but enough pressure to know it was there.
"ya' enjoy tormentin' me, is tha'it?" Sans brought his skull to the crook of your neck and breathed in deeply.
" teasin' me ta' the point i loose it like this, to the point i wanna rip my own brother's skull off when he touches ya'? that what ya' after here?"
You could feel his trembling as he held you down, his weight pinning you, so it was impossible to move at all as he growled deep and low against your skull.
" well, you win dolly. i'm gonna take what's been on offer, and if yer relax, ya might even enjoy it."
Effortlessly, he sat up, flipping you onto your stomach and lifting your hips toward him.
You could feel your soul thump nervously as you squirmed against your bonds, all you needed was to be able to speak to him, but you couldn't get free!
His jacket and crimson polo shirt hit the floor as he ripped them over his skull.
The sound of his shorts being pulled down made you freeze. He really was going to do this.
" wearing thigh highs and goin' comando. you really should'a known better. maybe after this, you'll be a good girl." He growled as he gripped your hips harshly.
Using his knees, he pushed your sock clad thighs apart even as you mumbled and tried to talk past the gag, clawing at the couch with your bound hands.
Nothing was going to stop him now, you'd pushed him as far as he could go, and now this was the result.
The feeling of him pushing inside you was like nothing you'd ever felt before, he was thicker than your first boyfriend, the only other monster you'd been with, and the burn from the stretch and lack of preparation made you keen out wildly from behind your gag.
His shaky, drawn-out groan of pleasure sent a hard shiver down your spine.
God, this was everything you'd wanted.
He didn't wait long for you to adjust to his size before he began to buck into you harshly, your own arousal quickly making it easier for him to glide as the scent of honeysuckle filled the room.
" f..fuck yer so tight, doll. so fuckin' tight. i can feel ya' gettin' wet around me. this what ya' wanted? this what ya' needed? cause i fuckin' did." Sans voice was harsh, breathless as he pounded into you without mercy, his grip on the ecto of your hips harsh enough to leave bruises.
All you could do was wail behind your gag and try to buck back into him to show how right he was.
" aww, shit. i can see m'self inside ya pussy while i fuck ya.." Sans had noticed he could view himself as he entered your ecto, having never mated with a skeleton before, this was new and probably the most arousing thing he had ever seen.
With a soul deep groan and a whole body shiver, you felt him empty himself inside you as he pressed your skull into couch cushions with a heavy hand.
Pulling himself from you, he flipped you back over on to your back and with great satisfaction, spread your knees to watch his crimson magic seeping from your used pussy.
" now that's a sight to warm a man's soul." He chuckled.
You writhed. Desperate for more, unsatisfied and needy but unable to make him understand in your bound state, looking up at him with begging eye lights. He misunderstood, thinking you were begging him to stop.
" a girl like you needs a mate like me, ta' keep ya' in order. ta' keep ya safe. maybe with a mark on ya' neck, a collar and a baby-bones in ya' belly, ll'stop ya' bein' so wild." He pumped his scarlet cock as he looked down at you fingering at the maluble spines along the underside, a smug grin on his skull as he spoke.
"you'll learn ta like it soon enough."
You'd like to tell him this was exactly what you wanted. That this was your plan all along and you'd desperately been trying to make him so jealous and horny that he couldn't help himself but claim you. You'd been in love with the big asshole all this time, but being the bratty, masochistic sub you were, had no idea how to let him know.
But this. This was every fantasy you'd ever had and more! You hoped he'd lose the gag at some point so you could let him know.
You squirmed and pulled at your binding, making muffled squeaking sounds in an attempt to get him to free you, but once again he miss understood.
" shhhh. i ain't gonna stop till i fuck ya' good an' proper, like the little whore ya' are. so stop squirmin' an' take it." He purred, lining himself up again as he pushed your leg over his shoulder and leaned forward, brushing a phlange over the soaked, swollen violet folds of your ecto labia.
His thrust sent him pelvis deep in one stroke, making your spine arc off the couch as you screamed behind your gag.
" god damn, you feel so good. do ya' know how much i wanted this? how fuckin' crazy ya ya' make me?" He crooned as he began to fuck you into the couch, the old furniture creaking and groaning under the rapid onslaught.
Pleasure wracked your body as he thrust deeply inside of you, turning your head away to expose your throat to him in submission.
" good girl, i knew ya' had it in ya'..heh...now ya' have me in ya' that is." He didn't even stop his rapid thrusting as he joked at you, only striving to push himself deeper, reaching that spot inside you that had you seeing stars as you spasm and tighten around him, wailing into the gag once more.
"ya' know you've been askin' fer this, if it wasn't me it'd be some other monster sooner or later. yer just too good ta' not claim. least with me, ya' know you'll be taken care of real good."
When he sank his dagger like fangs into the cervical bones of your neck, another violent orgasm rocked you. The feeling of his claiming magic making pleasure flood your system and blank out your mind. You were sure you were screaming as he purred his delight.
" ya'ain't ever gettin' rid o'me now dolly. yer mine, like it or not."
Glancing up at you, Sans frowned at the sight of your wrecked expression, blown out eyelights and a heavy plum hued blush coating your skull. Your sockets lidded and ribcage heaving with deep breaths as you writhed. He couldn't help the dark chuckle that left him as he watched you face while he pushed himself back into you as far as he could go, pelvis deep into your sodden pussy.
" well, well. looks like ya' are enjoying it. ya like bein' claimed, dolly? that expression certainly looks like ya do." His brow created into a deeper frown that reached over his nasal ridge, pulling into deep creases while his shark like maw curled into an unsettling snarl.
Fear gripped your soul as you looked up at the anger that radiated from the massive skeleton.
He hated that he was doing this, he hated that he couldn't control himself with you, but he loved it too much to stop, and that thrilled you so much and terrified you all at once.
He hadn't stopped softly thrusting into you since he had noticed your expression, and the pleasured shivering your body made as it pulsed along his length made you both quiver.
In a sudden motion that made you flinch, San began to plough into you so hard that your body lurched up the couch, and he had to wrap his arm behind your shoulders to anchor you, while the other hand roughly rolled and pinched your hardened nipple, ripping away the shirt to get at you easier. You didn't even care, your whole body begging for more, harder, deeper, more!
" why do ya' look like ya like this!?" He shouted, louder than you've ever heard him.
" fuck it..." His snarl was guttural as the magic covering your mouth vanished and his mouth descended to your own, claiming it before you could utter a word.
His tongue wrapped around yours, the dark taste of burnt cherry wood overwhelmed your senses and blanked out your mind as you moaned into the kiss, pushing your skull up to meet his. Your own tongue, so much smaller than his, lapping, encouraging to show your own willingness.
When you parted and opened your sockets, his own were boring into yours, his thrusts never slowing as he stared straight into your soul, panting heavily.
Tears gathered at your sockets, and a plaintive whine gathered at the back of your non-existent throat as you finally were able to speak.
" I wanted this! I want you! Please don't stop!"
Sans sockets narrowed, and his maw twisted into a snarl of rage, his grip on your shoulder tightening painfully.
" ya' little bitch. ya' fuckkin' little slut." His words were tight, pushed out beetween tightly clenched fangs. He was angrier than you'd even seen him, his whole body shaking with fury and he hissed down at you.
You thought he was going to hit you, his sockets blacked out and empty as he finally stopped thrusting and stared dead eyed at you, shaking as he held himself over you.
Before you could even pull yourself together enough to react, to try to apologise, his mouth was on yours once more, his massive hands cradling your skull as he coaxed his tongue to glide along your own, your muffled whimpers drowned out by his own leonine, chuffing purr.
The bonds at your wrists vanished with a soft pop, finally letting your arms free to wrap around his neck, pulling him closer.
When he let you go, your heavy breaths mingled between you, your hands wandering the expanse of his wide back, feeling the nicks and divots of old scars between his ribs.
" why didn'ya just say somethin'? " Sans grumbled, lowering his skull and running that skilful tongue over the claim mark he had made , his posture relaxing while his hips rolled into you and made you squirm beneath him.
" Didn't know how, thought I'd just show you.." Your words are breathy gasps between the touch of his head kissing that wonderful spot inside you, he seems to enjoy hitting it over and over, even in this gentle moment.
"dumbass. let's put an end ta' that kinda' crazy bullshit, huh? " You shudder against his chest, wrapping your thighs around his middle as much as you can to pull him deeper.
"Yeah...you promisd me a baby-bones, I'm still waiting." You grinned up at him breathlessly, your tongue laving over a fang.
" ya' want that do ya'? ya' wanna be walking' around all big, with my cub inside ya? " His eyelights were burning brighter, red coals in the darkness of his sockets looking down at you.
"More than anything." You purred pressing a hand over the place on his ribcage that you knew his soul was hidden behind.
Letting out a deeply satisfied sigh, he smiled softly. You had never seen such a sweet smile on his scarred skull before, and it made your own soul sing. Pulling himself from your soaked folds, making you whimper and keen in need, he rest his palm against your chest.
" well, alright then."
He summond your soul at the same time as you summoned his, the pure white of their star like glows filling the room.
You couldn't look away. His soul was so unique for a monster. Deep lines marred its pristine white surface, filled with a crimson glow that matched his eyelights. A phosphorus red halo surrounding the inverted heart shape.
"different, ain't it. ya sure ya' still want this?" His voice was muted, low and rough, as if he was ashamed and just waiting for your rejection.
In answer, you pulled your own unmarred soul to meet his, your eyelights fuzzed at the edges as you looked into his own sharp ones.
" It's perfect. You're everything I want. " The tone of your voice strong and as determined as a monster could ever be, making Sans blush all across his zygomatic arches in a very pretty cherry colour, while his eyelights hazed and glitched with his joy.
" heh. d..didn't expect this tonight, but i'm gonna do this right." His voice lowered impossibility further in a resonant growl, only a slight stutter giving away his nerves, his soul moved of its own volition to glide over yours in perfect synchronisation of it's gently calling pulses.
Blinding white overtook your vision as the soul started their bonding process, overwhelming pleasure spreading over your whole body as foreign emotions began to filter through into your own.
Lust, want, nervousness, joy and lastly, larger than any other feeling, love.
Oh, he loved you. He loved you so much and had for a long while now.
He thought you were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.
He had no idea how to express the emotion, his upbringing had taught him that love was useless. A weakness to be overcome.
Even his love for his brother was to be buried deep and hidden from the world.
You frustrated him no end, made him so angry he didn't even know what to do with himself, but you also made him happier than he could remember being before. You made him feel things he didn't know he even could, made him want things he was sure he didn't deserve.
So he had done the only thing his world had taught him was right. He had taken you.
Then you could feel it, his incredulous delight in your reciprocation, his disbelieving joy in your own love for him as it bounced back and echoed his own.
You felt the same way for him, wanted him just the same and had been the biggest brat in the world just to get his reaction!
His chuckles vibrated across your ribcage as the souls finally began to drift apart, seemingly reluctant to separate as they shimmered and caressed against each other, sending pleasant shivers through you both. A silvery thread wound between them, ethereal and gossamer light as the souls setted back into their respective homes, lingering only long enough for you to see how you and Sans were joined for life now, bonded.
Your breaths mingled as you looked into each others eyelights. Long moments passed with you both lost in just taking each other in before a wicked smirk passed over San's shark like maw.
Without a word, he lifted himself, taking you up in his arms and flinging you over his shoulder in a fireman's carry.
A swift smack to your ecto ass making you yelp and laugh in shock.
"W.. What are you doing!?" It was a giggly squeal as he began to march you resolutely up the stairs and into his bedroom.
" hmm? well, i'm thinkin' it's time to knock up ~my wife~." He smirks casually, placing you onto his bare mattress delicately, as if you are made of spun glass.
The possessive joy in his tone made your spine shiver very pleasantly, and you stretched out languidly like a cat who had all the cream as you purred in agreement.
You watched as the burly, naked male began to potter around the room, gathering up anything fabric he could find and studying it intently.
Some things he tucked under his arm, some he dismissed and threw back down carelessly.
He was making quite a pile, even shortcutting out of the room to return with blankets and pillows from around the house.
Then you watched in fascination as he began to weave them around you on his mattress, even carefully lifting you to mesh together a perfect nest as you lay, blissfully purring and content.
Each item was softer than the next, each heavily scented with his own unique burning cherry wood musk. Completely surrounding you in a protective circle of comfort that he had skillfully constructed around you.
Finally, as of a crowning achievement, he lifted your legs and peeled away the thigh-high socks that had been the trigger for the whole night, one by one as delicately as if they were of the softest silk, he wound and wove them into the crest of the nest, before giving a grunt of satisfaction and looking to you.
" what'd ya' think?" He mumbled, a slight blush covering his nasal ridge as he scratched the back of his neck and looked away shyly.
You looked over the nest with a critical eyelight, touching the sides and testing the strength of his work. It wouldn't be fair to ignore all the care he had put in the beautiful construction, even if you would have accepted anything from the man you loved.
A wicked memories spiked as you knew just what to say.
" I love it, get in here....Daddy."
The way his skull whipped towards you and lit up like a beacon let you know that you had hit him straight in the kink.
" ohhhh, you've done it now, dolly." He growled, his voice full of dark promise.
He crawled on all fours into the nest with you, his eyelights burning brightly, his knife like smile sharp and dangerous as he lay at your side and ran his claws along your arm in a gentle caress.
" gotta' get you inta' heat, love. you think ya' can handle that?" His grin widened as he saw your eyelights change into tiny inverted hearts at the new nickname. Your hands reaching up to caress his skull just as gently.
" I can handle anything you give me, Daddy."
" yeah? ya ever fucked a guy in rut? cause as soon as yer heat kicks in, that's what'll kick in fer me. think ya' can take ma' knot?" He wanted this so much, more than he could even hold in, but he need to know you were ready, that you would be able to handle what mating with him would mean.
"Put a baby in me Sans." You growled, gripping onto his mandible and pulling him down to your mouth, your tongue laving over his fangs in your eagerness.
He chucked against your mouth as he deepens the kiss, a low guttural purr echoing between you.
Without another word, he flips you onto your belly, running his claws over your back to make you shiver and keen, then pulls your hips up to meet his own.
You are still wet and so very ready from your earlier escapades, so he slides in easily as you both let out needy moans of pleasure.
The intent is palpable, swirling between you as he ploughs into your sopping pussy, lewd wet sounds fill the room as you both call out your desire.
" how the fuck'r ya' so tight? so gods damned good an' mine....all mine..." Sans growling words only fuel your lust and you tighten yourself around him all the more to drive him on
"Harder daddy, go deeper...please...I need more!" You wail, bucking back against his thrust, encouraging him ever closer to igniting your heat.
"holy shit, i'm gonna breed you so fuckin' good...you're gonna be so fuckin' beautiful filled with my cub....my wife and my baby-bones...and then i'm gonna put another fuckin' one in ya'..." He was rambling now, lost in the tightness of your cunt and the pleasure of filling you.
You could feel a deep heat building in your soul, spreading over your body, bone deep as you shuddered and your skull sank to the blanket floor of the nest, drool pooling from your maw.
"T..That it! Just like that...oh gods justlikethat!!" Your wail made him jolt from his thoughts, your heat radiating into his bones as he gripped your hips tightly, the orgasm ripped from you making him hiss loudly at your tightening around him once more.
" f..fuck, love..you there already? fuck yes!" As the heated magic in your bones creep over his he can feel his rut approaching at speed, a snarl ripping from his non existent throat.
Energy that he never normally possessed filled him, heat and need the only things filling his mind as the rut took him over and he curled protectively over your back
His fangs sank into your mark once more has he growled, warning you to stay in place as he began to rut into you.
The pace he had held before had been punishing, but it held nothing in comparison to his rutting. Deeper than you had ever been taken before, he seemed to be swelling inside you, his already exceptionally thick member was widening, stretching you to a limit you had never experienced before.
Normally it would be painful, even to an ecto body made for shapes far larger that itself, but your heated cunt welcomed it, sucking him ever deeper and allowing only the slightest withdrawal before pulling him back in.
It didn't take much of this before the base of his cock began to fill, swelling and blocking off any escape, you both snarled viciously. Your claws tearing and shredding at the bedding as San's bit even deeper into your kneck.
"take ma' fuckin' knot!" His mumbled snarl from his clenched teeth sent you over the edge as he finally managed to push the last of his swelling member in you with a messy popping sound.
You could feel the sheer amount of magic he was pumping into you, rope after rope filling you so much that your belly was glowing a rich pink of your combined magics, growing plump while he gave a multitude of muffled swears into your neck.
Your joint orgasm made you roar while he buried himself as deeply as possible into you, snarling and curling around you, pulling you both onto your side.
Sans spooned around you while you were bound by his knot, his hand pressed against your belly as if to push his magic even deeper.
Sweat cooled on your bones as you both lay still, lost in a lust filled haze and wrapped around each other.
Time seemed to pass in a haze, his teeth letting go first, unlocking from it's mating grip and you could hear his jaw click as he moved it around to ease the stiffness from it.
"Do you think it worked?" You mumbled softly, hardly moving so not to cause the member still inside you to move uncomfortably.
"it worked, ya' aint still in heat, so ya' pregnant. " Sans said, you could hear the smugness even in his softly spoken words.
His hand, still splayed across your belly, pressed gently and you can feel the pride radiating from that one small gesture.
Somehow that seemed to signal the knot to let go too, a soft noise was all the warning you got before a gush of crimson magic spilled from your very used parts. You both gasped at the sensation, Sans sitting up to check you over only to sway and lay himself back down again swiftly, a hand on his skull as he moaned.
" ok. i think i need to stay here a bit fer now. heh."
Laying still, you grinned at him in a love struck way.
"I think you poured a body's worth of magic into me so yeah. Rest a bit, Red. You earned it."
His own eyelights morphed into tiny inverted hearts as he gazed up at you, only to widen and expand like a cat as his sights lowered to your abdomen.
There, nestled safely in your belly, was a tiny, perfect white heart.
Only about the size of a finger nail, it floated in the violet ecto that formed your stomach.
His sharp intake of breath was enough to make you glance down too and you both just sat in awe looking at the tiny souling that had taken up residency inside you.
" didn't know we'd be able ta' see them." He whispered, his eyelights never leaving your tiny passenger.
"Me either. " You sounded just as shocked as he did. Neither of you had known a mother, this was all entirely new territory for you both.
" i'm a dad." He was still whispering, still staring intently.
"You are." You nodded solemnly.
The loud whoop of joy and massive hug he pulled you into was enough to release the tight band of worry that had begun to tighten over you soul. He stole kisses and laughed louder than you had ever heard him as he nuzzled against your skull, his hand caressing the flatness of your stomach, knowing it would soon be big with the child you had both made.
Later that day, after he had called in a sick day to spend it with you, you were both curled up on the couch gently murmuring conversation and plans for the future.
You'd already cleaned up your scattered clothes fron the night before, Sans hovering around you and fussing that you should be resting as you giggled and enjoyed his attentions.
He had refused to let you cook and had made a warming stew, filled with vegetables and thick gravy for dinner. You could smell it as it cooked slowly in the kitchen. You were still in shock he even knew how to cook at this point, but he had reminded you with pride, that he had been the one to raise Papyrus. So of course he knew a few things.
Names for the baby-bones had been the topic of conversation when, with his usual pizazz, Papyrus had burst through the door, returning home.
He took one look at you curled up on San's lap, scented the air and recognised the smell of San's cooking.
Narrowed his sockets at you both and declared loudly.
"IT'S ABOUT TIME! I WAS THINKING I WAS GOING TO HAVE TO LOCK YOU BOTH IN A ROOM TO FINALLY GET YOU TOGETHER. WHEN IS THE CHILD DUE?!"
" ya...ya know already pap?" Sans chuckled, shaking his skull in wonder.
"WELL OF COURSE I KNOW. I SET THIS WHOLE THING UP SO YOU WOULD BE ALONE AND GET ON WITH IT! I WANT TO BE AN UNCLE ALREADY!" Papyrus snarked, marching towards the kitchen to inspect the stew as you looked up into your husbands eyelights.
"I want to show him." You smirked, a wicked twinkle in your own lights and Sans gave you a wink and a smack to the butt as you got up.
Even Sans didn't know that Papyrus could squeal as loudly as he did when you showed him your tiny passenger.