She/Her - 32 - Socially awkward - 💚 Creative girl with a current obsession for fictional Skeleton Monsters. Word blind but wants to write all the fanfics in her head. (previously BoneheadedMagpie)
Love your HT Sans. Orion is such a bean. If you need an excuse to write some fluffy HC with the guy and an SO, here it is 😊
Orion loves food, there’s no denying that, but what he loves equally as much is quality time spent together whilst making said food. Just stand around with him in the kitchen as you prepare breakfast, lunch, afternoon tea, dinner, and supper (and sometimes a midnight snack), and he’ll be as happy as can be!
Snuggles, cuddles, nuzzling, purring—Orion will have a hard time leaving you alone. He thinks you’re so cute, so precious, and sweet. Be prepared to be touched often; unless you’ve told him beforehand that you don’t want that.
He’s simply fascinated by human skin. Yours is especially intriguing for him. He likes to trail his claws over it, gently and slowly, and the little hairs entertain him immensely; seeing them flip over and then whip back into place makes him smile a little. Everything about you is so cute.
He might have flopped over you on a few occasions and fallen asleep like that. It always takes you a while to wake him up.
He often asks you to hum to him. He likes the sound, and it calms him on bad days. If you’re not inclined to hum, then he’d be just as happy if you spoke to him in a calm and low voice. You wouldn’t have to say anything special, just whatever comes to your mind. Somehow, listening to you eases the perpetual ache in his skull.
Trail your hand over his hands, arms, shoulders, or face, and he’ll melt.
@justanotherotaku1102, thank you sm for commissioning Skull from the coffee shop AU being a loveable boye 🥺 he is Everything
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This wasn’t your first attempt at dough. You felt increasingly, though, like it was going to be your last.
It was the very early morning, at your coffee shop, sunshine was already peeking through the windows of the kitchen. 6am... you’d already set up the cafe for the 7am opening, machines cleared and prepared, cutlery and dishes cleaned and ready to go, food out in the display cases. You and your only employee were now just cleaning up, preparing for opening- you’d felt like you had enough spare time this morning to attempt some baking.
...
You probably would’ve been better to just throw the ingredients straight in the garbage.
You had no idea what it was. It seemed like you were cursed, or something. You really thought that by now, you’d be able to successfully manage something as basic as a bread dough- you were hoping that your time around your professional baker suitors would’ve meant that some of their prowess would’ve rubbed off on you. Sans’ ability to craft the most intricate and incredibly delicate pieces, Red’s magic touch with even the most complex pies, surely you’d pick up some skills?
You really hadn’t.
... You stepped away from the oily, sticky mess on the countertop in front of you, fingers caked in mixture. You were getting unreasonably frustrated over some fucking bread dough... looking at your wasted work, you felt choked up and angry.
...
“... struggling?” Skull asked.
You looked over your shoulder at him. He was by the oven, big eye quietly observing you... you could see why he used to scare you so much. But right now, Skull was the only person who could talk to you without you exploding. A softspoken giant with a gentle temperament, he was a baker by trade- he had been here in the kitchen since at least 4 in the morning, making the pastries and cakes that decorated the shelves of your cafe. Stars knows you needed him, given your absolute dogshit baking skills.
He had been quietly watching the whole time. You knew he had. You bit back frustrated tears, smearing your sticky hands over your apron- “Yes. I’m giving up.”
“... the dough?”
“Going in the trash.” You choked. “Where my cooking belongs.”
“... can i... see?”
Skull didn’t like food waste. Any kind of food waste. You deflated... suddenly feeling bad for talking about throwing it away. Some of the anger dissipated.
“... Sure. You can try and save it.” You stepped back from the sticky mess of oil, flour, water and yeast. “Do what you want.”
... Skull moved over. He walked slowly, with a gentle lean, like one side of him weighed slightly more than the other... he stood beside you at the countertop, looking at your ‘work’. His jagged face meant he preferred to spend his days at the cafe hidden away in the kitchen, cooking while you handled customer service. He was at his happiest when making something.
He stared at your mess.
...
“jus’ needs... more flour.” He mumbled. “and... kneading.”
“I can’t knead.” You said, dejectedly.
He glanced at you.
“... show me.”
You looked up at him- you didn’t know why he wanted you to show him when he’d probably seen your sad and frustrated kneading attempts earlier. But you did as he asked, moving back in front of the bread. He had said more flour, right? You took a handful of flour out of the bag and generously dusted your terrible creation. You pressed your hands into it... doing the closest you could get to the method you saw in videos and on TV.
...
Skull moved behind you. And suddenly, his huge hands were on either side of your own.
You froze; wait, he was standing behind you? So close, too... close enough that you could feel the warmth coming off him. Your heart thudded- what?
His chest gently bumped your upper back.
“here.” He said softly, breath ruffling your hair. His big, scarred hands reached forward...
... And took yours in his own.
You clamped your mouth shut to stop the tiny squeak from escaping you. You felt like you were being swallowed, and you didn’t dislike it. He smelled like cinnamon. Skull guided your hands patiently- he angled your palms, and helped you push the dough, the ball of your hand first. His precision and experience was clear with the smoothness and direction of his movements... and on top of that, he knew exactly how gently to hold your tiny human hands.
“... push n’ roll.” He said. “s’that simple. don’t worry... bout speed. people who... knead fast... have been doin’ it for years.”
You could hear your heart in your ears, now. You’d seen this guy lift up your fridge with one hand, so he could sweep underneath it- you knew the feats of strength he was capable of. And yet, he somehow held your hands like they were glass, while still applying enough pressure to guide them.
You tried your damndest to concentrate, to make the most of his clear expertise. Push and roll. Push and roll...
...
... And... oddly enough, not fussing about the bread too much because you were constantly thinking about Skull’s slow breaths tickling your scalp and his massive arms around you, you found you were robotically performing the motions he was guiding without your usual overthinking. It only took a few moments for you to realise you were actually kneading the dough. Properly.
... A swell of pride in your chest, and a little smile on your face. Maybe you weren’t cursed after all?
“... there we go. you got it.” He murmured, affectionately, almost right up against your hair. The way he said that, him murmuring so close, his deep voice through his chest... you were kinda glad he was behind you, he couldn’t see you blushing. Would he catch you if you fainted?
“R-Red kneads fast.” You managed to get out. He kept kneading with you.
“he’s showing off.” Skull said, disapprovingly.
You couldn’t help but snort. The dough was starting to take on a smooth, flawless texture. “And Sans?”
“probably... can’t make bread. bread’s not... science enough.”
A warm laugh escaped you. For a moment, you could’ve sworn Skull paused- but not too long.
... Skull was right about the bread. I mean, of course he was. But it was still nice to see your mistake gradually turning into something that would probably look alright in the oven. With some flour, and some kneading, it more and more resembled an object that could soon become edible. Your efforts (and the ingredients) weren’t totally wasted.
Skull finally took his hands off yours... placing them on the counter. You immediately missed the warmth. But you now had, before you, a lovely silky-looking ball of dough.
“... Then it proves. Right?” You turned, looking up over your shoulder at him. Even though he’d taken his hands off yours he didn’t take his hands off of either side of you. His big, warm eye stared down at you.
“... mhm. ‘bout n hour.” He tilted his head. “want... me to prove, and bake? since... you’ll be... busy.”
“You trying to put a bun in my oven, Skull?” You teased.
...
Skull’s eyelight widened. And his whole face, just like that, flooded with an ultramarine blue.
“u-uh.”
...
You made yourself smile, despite your furious embarrassment and burning face. You moved to the side- he took his arm off the counter, letting you slip out from his enveloping personal space bubble.
“I-I should go wash my hands and open the store.” You blabbed, smearing your hands on your poor apron again. You’d need to grab a replacement, no way you could greet customers like this. “Would you like another coffee before the doors open?”
He nodded, dumbly. “... m... mhm.”
You scurried away, desperately needing a moment to cool, so your cheeks weren’t on fire when people started coming through the door.
...
Skull, alone in the kitchen, busied himself with readying your bread dough for proofing- trying to find a way to distract himself, and stop the loud purring that had immediately started filtering out of his chest once you were out of earshot.
I'd love to see more of the snake mafia series, it's a really interesting concept that I'd like to see explored more of possible
We've got some big ol snake boys incoming. Our dear Reader wasn't as good at hiding as they thought they were...
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Cat and Mouse
“AS MUCH AS I"M LOATH TO ADMIT IT, YOU ARE GOOD AT FINDING THE CRACKS. ANYONE THAT CAN MAKE MY BROTHER PAUSE THAT LONG IS WORTHY OF THAT MUCH ACKNOWLEDGMENT.”
You jerked awake, an embarrassingly garbled scream spewing from your lips as you flailed. Your intruder didn’t bat an eye. “THIS WOULD HAVE BEEN A GOOD PLACE TO HIDE IF YOU WEREN’T RUNNING FROM US.”
You stared up from your crappy motel bed at the skeleton Naga monster. He was at the foot of the bed, coils still coming in the open door. Though he didn’t seem all that angry, he was clearly annoyed with the whole situation.
This one was new, being a lovely deep purple, a darkening strip down his back verging on black if the reflecting light didn’t give its true color away. His piercing orbs of eyelights matched.
You cursed yourself for being so careless after getting here. You had been so careful when you first ran, using every trick learned traversing and avoiding trouble within the city delivering packages. You even made sure to avoid known areas with cameras and made sure not to use your card. The rundown motel itself was in the middle of a nowhere town miles from Ebott City and New Ebott. They shouldn’t have been able to find you.
The Realization that nothing mattered had your stomach sinking. It was a terrifying thought.
You took a breath.
The bathroom door was only a few feet to your right. It had a window just wide enough you might be able to squeeze through if it could open. It would be a race to see who could get there faster though. You doubted the door would hold against your visitor very long.
Shifting, you glanced over. The Naga's shark-toothed grin immediately ticked higher, eyelights brightening.
“PLEASE DO. I LOVE A GOOD CHASE. ALTHOUGH, A BATHROOM IS HARDLY A PLACE TO RUN.”
You bolted, rolling from the bed while tossing the blanket at the snake's face. It was enough of a distraction for you to get to the bathroom first, locking it just as a body slammed into it. The cracks and creaks it made weren't reassuring. At the sound of more banging, you hurried as fast as you could to open the small frosted window.
If there was even a chance of escape, you’d best take it. You doubted being polite would save you now. Not after your little stunt. Who knew what awaited you back at The Den.
Luckily, it opened easily enough to allow you to remove the screen. Climbing up on the toilet, you then attempted to crawl out. You almost slipped when the door splintered dangerously with gleeful laughter.
You pushed forward, making sure to turn and sit on the ledge before trying to get your legs out. You didn’t want to fall and faceplant onto the ground. When you were almost all the way out, the door finally caved with a crash, a bony arm swiping at you right as you jumped.
You didn’t wait around to see if he would be able to fit through. He already had the advantage of not needing to climb to get to it. Plus, the hissed snarl and claws against brick was all you needed to boost your adrenalin.
How fast could an angry Naga slither? Certainly a lot faster than you could run if you didn’t get somewhere fast!
You figured the brush behind the building might slow him down a little for you to find a hiding place. There was an old overgrown drainage ditch back there you could use to hopefully gain ground.
Plunging in, you ignored the cuts and scrapes on your arms as you pushed branches out of your way. It took a bit, but you managed to get to a very narrow path within the ditch just high enough to decently run through beneath the underbrush. You would be mostly unseen as you went but further up were sections you could escape from.
It would be okay. You just needed to make sure the snake followed, and that he never got too close.
Another snarled hiss and the snapping of many branches told you to move faster.
Running full force hunching over, dodging, and moving brush and branches to the side hurt but you refused to give up. You could tell you were pulling ahead. A few more feet ahead was an opening you could cut through to get to a string of buildings on this town’s main street. You just had to push yourself a little farther.
You weren’t expecting to be slammed into by a larger snake the color of deep amber once you got there. You were tackled so hard you lost all your breath as skeletal arms constricted around you, a knot of coils balling around you following suit.
It was just like in documentaries when the snake caught its next meal…
Gasping for breath, you thrashed as best you could within the confines of coils and skeletal arms. You hated how everything tightened, a forked tongue brushing your neck with a deep chuckle.
“Well hello there, Darlin. Fancy meet’n you here.”
The voice was low and smooth, unperturbed by your fruitless struggles as coils continued to tighten and wrap around you. You couldn’t reply with how badly your lungs burned from running and having the air knocked out of you, but you didn’t need to. Not long after, the first Naga came barreling in.
“RUS YOU IDIOT! I HAD EVERYTHING HANDLED! STOP BALLING! SO HELP ME, IF YOU’VE RUINED YOUR SUIT NEEDLESSLY!”
Rus stopped moving. “Sorry, Milord.”
“MAKE SURE THEY ARE UNHARMED AND GET THEM OUT OF HERE. WE NEED TO BRING THEM BACK IN ONE PIECE.”
“Of course. Still plannin on take’n them back ta The Den?”
There was a pause. You couldn’t see him, but you could hear the smugness in his voice. “NOT YET. I’M... CURIOUS.”
Oh! What would Grim, Orion, Lilac and Charm look for in a partner?
✦ Grim would love to find someone who’s so lovingly sweet with him, who’ll cradle his cheeks and tell him that they’ll never let him go. He’ll want someone who won’t be afraid to tell him when enough is enough and order him to sit down when he’s being too much. He might be a powerful God, but he likes it when his partner knows what they want. They can’t be… too observant, though. He doesn’t want them to know the strings he has to pull that change their fate daily, nor how he actively prevents harm from coming their way. If he’s been so incredibly lucky to find someone he can touch, someone who can fully embrace him without succumbing to his deathly hand, then you can surely believe he’ll protect them with a ferocity that will even make his fellow gods tremble with uncertainty and fear. He is the God of Death. None will ever be allowed to harm or take away his beloved dove.
✦ Orion will look for someone small, someone who looks so sugary sweet with plump cheeks and a soft body, that he’ll have to actively restrain himself from constantly cuddling them all day. Of course, almost everyone is smaller than him, so it’s not exactly difficult to find someone like that, but they also need to just have that touch of… summer flowers. Yes, yes that’s the kind of energy that will draw him in. Kindness, joyful laughter, summer dresses, baked treats, teasing nose touches; he will fold so quickly if someone like that, someone so pure will fall for him. He wants that so badly. He wants to be their big, bad monster that makes them feel safe. He knows he’s not perfect, what with him being deceitful and enjoying scaring others who wrong him, but he’ll try so hard to be a perfect husb—ah… lover. He’ll try. He promises.
✦ Lilac truly just needs someone who has the patience of a saint. He has irregular mood swings, he’s prone to violence, he’s aloof and often wants to be left alone, but… when it comes to someone he falls in love with… He just needs someone that’s willing to put up with all of that and yet still want to hold him, touch him, caress his skull, and kiss him so sweetly. He’s clingy when he’s in love and is especially so if you’re someone who will make it clear that they’re there for him. It doesn’t matter whether you’re taller than him or not, whether you’re skinny or plump, all that matters is that you want to be with him. Not all the time, of course not, but if you don’t scold him for following you and wanting to always be around you, then he’s completely devoted to you.
✦ Charm would want someone daring, someone who isn’t afraid of trying new things, who’d want to sing with him, go to dancing classes with him, have picnics in the local park, go roller-skating, flirt endlessly, and hold him as they kiss him so passionately that he’ll feel like his legs have turned into jelly. Truly, Charm wants someone who can do things together with him, even things that include just staying at home to do chores whilst trying on dramatic clothes and playing silly roles that have you both cackling until your bellies hurt. If he meets someone who sees him as a person, and not just as a pretty face, then he’ll fall so hard in love that he’ll practically stumble into your arms.
Hi! So, this is a question for the Siren AU. How would the boys react to a siren mc (on the predator spectrum) who already has a baby? Not newborn, but certainly still child age. And with her species of siren, oftentimes the males don't stick around and would part away from the female.
It's always important, anywhere in nature, to be incredibly careful of mothers with babies. A mother defending her child is immensely dangerous, she'll fight to the death without question, and even if she were a prey mermaid they'd avoid getting too close to her baby. All the boys would be very careful to give Mc (and her child) space.
Sans: Despite the dangerous reputation that comes with being an orca, Sans would actually be the one that she'd be quickest to accept. This is one of the few occasions where being an orca is to his advantage socially. Orca sirens live in family units, right? And he's all alone. She immediately knows that's odd. And when he starts following them, defending them, bringing them food... it wouldn't take long for her to realise he's bonded with them and considers them his family. There's no other reason for him to act the way he's acting. Her baby likes his funny whistle-click noises, too.
... Her sympathy for his situation only goes so far, though. He still has to prove himself. And prove himself he does; he rarely leaves their side, assisting in hunting and foraging, delighting in teaching her baby. He can let out a few loud calls, and the area clears of almost every predator, nobody willing to fuck with an orca.
He's dedicated, and built for a family. She likes that.
Red: Red's dead charming. He's got that going for him. A handsome, charming shark covered with the marks of his past victories, he screams 'potential mate' and can flirt with her pretty brazenly before her patience at his closeness runs out. His knack for entertaining children also comes in handy... she's much more tolerant with someone that can make her baby giggle like that. That's probably the way he sidles his way into their family unit- making both mother & child laugh while serving as a visual deterrent to any hunters who get the wrong idea. She's naturally cautious about letting a SHARK near her baby considering one bite would be all it took, but he's happy to wait for her to relax.
... He's also very sturdy. Don't forget, he's built for his partner to be an aggressive female shark much larger than him. He can get roughed around by his potential mate (and he'd probably enjoy it) so he's a lot more confident approaching her than the others are. His confidence gives him a casual air that she really likes... it's clear he's not got anything suspicious in mind.
Skull: Unfortunately for our big boy, Skull would have the hardest time convincing Mc that he doesn't want to hurt them. It comes with the territory of being a massive scary deep sea monster. There would be numerous occasions where his attempts to interact with either mother or child would result in Mc charging and attacking him- and though her attempts at causing any damage are totally ineffectual to this giant, it definitely hurts his feelings.
... His one upside... is that he's a ferocious predator. Talk about a provider- he's constantly bringing her and her baby meals, at a rate that almost alarms her. If he thinks Mc isn't eating enough because she's too busy guarding her baby, he brings her meals big enough to sustain her for days. And even if her baby doesn't look hungry he brings meals for them anyway. He's very adept at catching the little prey that her child relies on, his massive dexterous tentacles capable of snatching up anything moving... and though Mc doesn't like him at first, she'll never turn down food.
They'll probably grow close because Mc doesn't let him near her child. He's always bringing food, and she accepts it on her baby's behalf. With the amount of prey he brings them, there's a lot of time for bonding.
O oh oh wow //////////// i just read what kind of lover grim is nsfw edition and hhh him being possessive and wanting u to wear his robe /////////// thats so good hhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Ahem, so I... I got a little inspired.
NSFW under the cut. ♡
“Yes, just like that, dove,” Reaper purred, smiling softly as he watched you from a distance.
You were standing in the middle of the room, his black robe the only thing shielding your body from his searching sockets. You saw no light and yet you knew he was looking you up and down, savouring the sight of you. He’d fashioned a black hoodie and some leather trousers for himself, making you flush red as you weren’t used to seeing him in anything like this at all. Perhaps you’d have to steal his robe more often.
“I let you wear my robe all day, dove. Now, I’d very much like it back,” he said, and he stood up from the armchair before approaching you, his boots clicking softly against the wooden floor, approaching at a slow pace. “Come on, open. Let me see you.”
You weren’t used to Reaper being so bold. He’s charming, sweet, a lovable idiot that’ll cry if you must leave for work while he’s visiting you. But moments like these… You’re reminded that he’s a powerful God. He could take whatever he wanted from you, and yet still he’s allowing you to take it at your pace; for now.
He stopped once he stood before you, and you had to crane your neck to look up at him. The robe slightly slipped past your left shoulder, and you caught a glimpse of blue flashing towards the now exposed skin.
“Tantalizing,” he said, voice terrifyingly deep. You felt a rush of heat flood between your legs, and you unconsciously pressed your thighs together. Reaper seemed to notice, because the corners of his mouth curved upwards, and a single phalange trailed up your throat to settle beneath your chin.
You were treading into dangerous waters, but you found yourself not minding that fact. You wanted the monster that lurked beneath the surface to come to you.
Okay, I could have made this short and simple since I don't want to write long answers when there's more than four characters mentioned, but we might as well get this done and over with. It would have been a hassle to have it spaced out between several asks anyways...
NSFW under the cut. ♡
Dominants
Orion just has a massive thing for you being so small compared to him, so seeing you beneath him, vulnerable, spread open… It makes his blood boil with excitement. If you’ll allow it, then he’ll manhandle you a bit, lift you up every now and again to play. The fact that just a single phalange can make you whine with need… He needs to take a breath to collect himself. It wouldn’t do with losing control. You need to be good and wet before he’ll have his way with you, after all.
Lantana isn’t very sexually active, but he prefers to be the one in control, and he, too, has a thing for you being so small compared to him. He likes it when you sit on his lap, squirming, flushed, panting hard… The fact that he can easily keep your hips still with his hands is exhilarating, though he really likes it when you cling to his neck and whine into his skull. He always needs to catch a deep breath to compose himself when that happens.
Blue might be smaller than you, and he might be seen as “cute”, but this man is feral, and the intense energy he displays in the bedroom is enough to make you tired for days. Even out in public, if he gives you that look, that ‘I will have my way with you when we return home’ stare, then you know you’ll be sore for the remainder of the evening. He will take good care of you, though.
Peony could be put in as a switch, as he doesn’t really mind being at the bottom from time to time, but he truly is such a people pleaser, and he just wants to see you unravel in pleasure before him. It gets him off seeing you writhing and releasing your voice like that, and to have the honour of touching your skin… Ah, the image makes him feel pleasantly warm. Continue to ride his fingers, pretty swan. He likes the way your hips roll like that.
Reaper is a massive flirt who occasionally barks more than he bites, but he can be sultry and downright possessive at times, and even though he may spread himself out for you to play with, he often prefers to hover over you; have you under his watchful sockets as he shamelessly admires your naked body. You’ll notice that he’s somewhat different when you’re together like this, with you being so vulnerable. There’s a certain tremble in his hands, and they rarely leave your body, as though he’s afraid you’ll disappear if he lets you go. You have no idea how far he’ll go to keep you safe; with him.
Submissive
Lilac could technically be a switch, but he honestly prefers being the one taken care of. He just wants to be gone in a blissful haze, to have your hands gently trail soft touches over his skull and cheeks, to have you tell him how good he’s been, how wonderful he feels, how wet he is, or how warm he is inside of you. Truly, the only time you’ll know that he’s properly enjoying himself is when he’s putty in your hands, for when he tops, then you know his mind isn’t fully in the right place.
Stretch isn’t really a super sexual guy. His libido is low, there’s too much work and too much sweat that comes with sex, and so he’s too lazy to do much if you first get him to bed. Sure, he may participate by having his hands on your hips and jerking his hips upwards, but unless you really get him hot and bothered, then he’ll practically just be a pillow princess. Besides, he likes the view from down here. You don’t really know how beautiful you are in this position, do you? He’d love to watch you like this forever.
Switches
Charm doesn’t care whether he’s on top, on the bottom, the one pinning you to the wall, or the one being pinned—all that matters to him, is that you both have as much fun and receive as much pleasure as possible. He truly doesn’t lean either way, he likes them both, they have equal amounts of benefits after all! That being said, if you’re the one taking the lead, then the best way to make him putty in your hands is to be as romantic and slow as possible. He loves—no, adores it when you’re treating him as though he’s made of glass, touching gently, yet persistently.
Garnet likes it rough. Either he has you screaming in ecstasy, or you have him drooling with need as you deny him yet another orgasm. He can form whatever it is you want of him, and he’ll teach you commands that make it clear what you want that day, whether it be him tied up, or you receive his downright cruel hands sometimes (in a pleasurable sense). Still, he isn’t incapable of being gentle in the bedroom. If you want him to be slow and soft, then he’d gladly be that, too. If you are the one treating him gently, then he might start behaving a little oddly, though have no fear, he’s just not used to it; yet.
Dream is the type of lover who’ll be influenced by the amount of positivity he’s recently received. If he’s somewhat tired after finding too little positivity, then he’s shy and easily pushed down; eager to please you with his small, but soft and delicate body. However, if he’s had his fill, then you can expect him to treat you like the exquisite fruit you are, and he’ll gently move you to his desired position; beneath him. Being small and delicate doesn’t mean he cannot take the lead and be dominant in bed. You shouldn’t underestimate his pretty face. He’ll make you scream so that the whole multiverse will know to whom you belong.
Nightmare might be the King, but you are his Queen, and for that sole reason he will occasionally let you be the one in control. Now, this isn’t something he’ll give out willingly. You’ll have to fight him for it, not a real fight, mind you, but a play on touch, on words, on seduction and longing gazes. If you can make him flush that pretty cyan magic of his, then you’ve won. On any other day he’ll manipulate your body with his tentacles and have his way with you; making you sing and call his name, but on the nights when you’ve put him beneath you, then he’ll try and keep his voice silent, try and not whimper as you make him feel oh so good. Keep going, you’ll have him begging in no time.
Error started out as the one who absolutely had to be always in control during sexy hours. You were not allowed to touch him, at all, or else he’d crash and then the evening would have been ruined. Now? Oh, now that he’s used to your hand against his bones, he’s willing to let you take the reins; sometimes. Often, he’ll still want to top, but be a little persuasive and butter him up with praises and compliments, and soon he’ll be a moaning mess who’ll beg you to touch him.
Can i request for more leviathan nightmare sans x reader? (Im starting to get addicted to leviathantale)
Maybe a very fluffy scenario when s/o swims up to nightmare's huge face to give him kisses
Fluffy is good. I do love me some fluff. ; )
Home
The water shifted as you lay in your private den, an excited shout from Cross announcing the return of Dream and Nightmare. It had been at least two months since the leviathan had set out to meet with the council. You weren’t sure what all that meant, but you were glad that they had finally returned.
The others could be insufferable at times. It was a miracle none of you got into any serious trouble while they were gone. Not that any of you were going to mention some of the more, adventurous activities…
No. Those were for another time. Not for welcoming the Guardians back home.
You slipped out into the open, gripping stone and wood as you made your way up the side of the sunken ship. Like you knew he would, Nightmare had gotten comfortable draped against the top, lounging and greeting the other mer.
You smiled.
Coming up along his back, you took pleasure in the low purr he gave as you rubbed yourself against his shoulder, tentacles winding around the vertebrae of his neck. A skeletal hand gently cupped around you as he leaned into your touch. Several of the boys snickered as they circled his lap and curled limbs, but before Killer could make any jokes, Nightmare carefully shooed them away with a wave of his free hand.
“Away with you lot. Dream will be more than willing to regale you about our journey. I will deal with all of you later.”
There were more chuckles as they circled one last time before heading to find Dream, Killer calling back as they went. “As you wish! See you two later ~.”
Nightmare shook his head. When they were out of eyesight, you dragged yourself against the underside of the leviathan’s jaw, slowly drifting up to be more eye level.
“I would tell you things were boring around here, but we both know that would be a lie. It is good to see you back. I hope everything went well for you.”
Nightmare's grin softened. “As I expected from them. It was… difficult, being so far away. Even that infernal ink stain had the gall to question me. I thought I would never hear the end of it from Dream. It was quite vexing.”
You couldn’t hold back your laugh, closing the distance to rub your forehead against his, gently placing a kiss. Lowering your voice, you continued to press into him.
“I missed you.”
With another rumbling purr the water bubbled and fizzed, briefly leaving you empty handed until familiar arms pulled you in. His chest pressed firmly against you as you naturally intertwined with one another and he tilted your chin.
“I too, have missed you. More than words themselves…”
Your breath hitched from the gentle graze of teeth against your lips, gripping tighter when it deepened into something more. It was passionate but soft, filled with adoration and affection. When it was over, he delicately held the back of your head to lean into yours.
You've been thinking about adopting some Bitties a lot lately!
They were so small and cute, and you were pretty sure that the Bitty Inc had a deal going on cause, you know, it was close to Christmas. You were excited, but also pretty nervous, just cause you were unsure which one you would pick and if they would even like you. You were hoping to just get one of them, though.
Maybe a Papyrus? You heard that they were pretty easy to work with and very sweet… well… depending on which one you decided to get.
You walk towards Bitty Inc, humming under your breath. You were walking a bit faster than you normally would, just cause you're so excited! You knew that you would find one that you liked. They had so many different types. Mermaid Bitties, Bird Bitties, Fire Bitties, spider bitties, and just the normal monster type. You were gonna get a normal skeleton though.
Those were their best sellers.
After a bit of walking, you got there, and you walked in looking around. There were a few people walking around, but not too many which you were happy about. You went into the building and started to explore yourself.
Let’s see what kind of Bitty you wanted to get today!
While you were walking around the shop you heard someone shout, “The Bitties got out!” and when you looked over, you saw four Papyrus Bitties running together. One was being carried by the others, and you saw one trip. Your eyes widen and, you know, instead of just standing there and watching you rushed forward, scooping the four up when they stopped to help the one that tripped.
“Whoa there, can’t just go running out you four.” One of them growled at you, the one that fell. That one was… an Alpha bitty, right? Their names were Hound, the one carrying the pink one named Pup, and Mutt who had tried to help Alpha up.
Mutt was shaking in your hands, looking up at you with big eyes. They looked scared.
“Thank you for catching them, I’ll take them back.” The worker says, walking over and holding out his hands.
Pup latches onto your thumb, shaking his head fast, “I don’t want to go to the back room! We’ll be good!” Big fat pink tears were rolling down his cheeks.
Why did they seem so scared? Well… Mutt and Pup looked scared, but Alpha looked angry and Hound was just… well… Hound? They held Pup closer at least. “What does he mean back room?” You ask, looking at the worker who doesn’t say anything. You could feel people watching. When you didn’t get an answer you stepped back and held the four Bitties to your chest, “I’ll take these boys with me. How much are they?”
And that’s how you ended up with four Bitties instead of just the one.
You took them home; holding them in your lap while you drove home, and Mutt and Pup both curled up on your lap chatting happily. Alpha sat on your shoulder and Hound was curled up in your hair. They almost kept falling but they didn’t seem to want to move.
After being cursed to never sit down, and a long wait, we finally get to see a bit of the man himself! Hope you enjoy!
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When Challengers Fall
“W h a t...”
The phone creaked dangerously within a black skeletal hand, body unnaturally still in its seat at the desk. Even Killer stilled from the sudden change in his boss. Though he thought he’d seen it all, something much more sinister began brooding within the Don. It had him on edge. Whatever this was, it wasn’t like the rage or anger that normally occurred in this line of work. This, was something else completely.
It caused sweat to bead on his skull with dread.
Kingpin Lord Don Nightmare had more than earned the moniker after becoming the undisputed head of the mafia currently in and around Ebbot City. Though he was far from allies with the other factions, his reach was far and hold strong.
A true king of the Underground. Unyielding and unmovable.
Something, was very wrong.
In eerie calmness, the phone was placed back onto the receiver. Then with a slow breath and a steepling of fingers, the dark lord opened his one good socket to a blazing and sharp eyelight.
“Contact Error. I wish to make a d e a l.”
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You had to grit your teeth against the stings and aches as you were half dragged through multiple rooms and hallways into a more secluded part of the building. Multiple men followed behind while more ran ahead to unlock any door that got in your way. Dark hair did little to hide the furious brown eyes of your tormentor as you went, the fresh cut across his cheek and ear making you uncomfortable.
You were still bound when he came for you, chaos already spreading throughout the building. You hoped it was help. Prayed it was salvation and not a rise before a fall. The only thing going for you at the moment was the fact you hadn’t been outright killed as soon as he showed up.
But things could always change.
An explosion somewhere behind you had a few men cursing, plumes of smoke billowing down multiple hallways. Manic glitched laughter could be heard over muffled panicked screams. It made your group move faster. With only a few more turns to make it to a recessed keypad that opened a hidden elevator, the laughter growing unsettlingly close as everyone attempted to fit inside the small space. It wasn’t much longer that you arrived at an underground garage.
The grip on your upper arm tightened.
It was quiet, a single light the only thing keeping the darkness at bay. You were surprised to see several bodies littering what little you could see of the area, some disappearing within the shadows.
Slowly, the first few exited, guns drawn and ready.
“I’m curious. Did you really think I would roll over so easily?”
The familiar voice had your hope rising in your chest, unshed tears threatening to fall as you thrashed against your restraints and called out. During your struggle, you ended up between the open doors, forced to your knees by your hair with a gun to your head. Tensions were high as your captor cursed you and gave your head a firm shake.
“I’m getting tired of these games, Nightmare! All you had to do was give me what I wanted! Now I’m tempted to put a nice pretty hole in your little sunshine’s head. Your parlor tricks don’t affect me!”
Nightmare’s reverberating growl echoed through the garage as the darkness around the light shifted. “Damn fool. You have failed to account for a great many things, Reed. I didn’t get this far by giving orders from the safety of closed doors, nor listening to whelps like you!”
Everything moved at once.
Nightmare formed from the void, fur-trimmed overcoat elegantly slipping from his shoulders as black sharpened tentacles sprang from his back. His once gentle and saccharine smile was now sharp and contorted, almost crazed as he bore his teeth in anger. His eyelight was the brightest you’d ever seen. Dust had appeared from the right, a volley of sharpened bones already formed with his raised gun, Axe charging from the left.
Just as bullets, magic, and tentacles converged, the light shattered.
The doors closed.
Only a couple of other men remained inside with you, frantically trying to get the buttons to work. Reed pushed you over to slam a fist against the doors in his rage. Turning back to you, a sick expression of glee formed on his face as he raised his gun, only stopping when the elevator shook with a bang.
“Surprise!”
The upper panel flew open as blue strings snaked in, Killer effortlessly sliding down while simultaneously kicking one man in the face and then stabbing the other in the chest. He was fast, making short work of the two stragglers before turning his attention to Reed. Dodging a round, he pushed forward to use his shoulder to slam him into the far wall, effectively disarming the man. You maneuvered yourself as best you could out of the way while Killer leveled a gun back at Reed's chest.
With a smug grin and a snap of his fingers, the doors to the elevator opened, grin ticking higher at the sight of his freshly stained boss patiently waiting just outside. “Unfortunate really. I won’t be able to finish the job. Seems the Boss wants a word.”
Reed wasn’t even able to retort before black tendrils wrapped around his neck and body, dragging him out and squeezing. Admiring the struggling figure dangling above the floor, he waved a hand at the others.
“Watch over them. I have business to attend to. I think it's time to show the others what awaits them If they DARE touch what’s M I N E.”
…
Tainted but safe arms took you home and away from that hell.
...
You weren’t allowed to watch or read the news for a month. You figured you didn’t need to know about it anyway.
AHHHH I love Aka’s and yours HMF Sans he’s a BIG BOY omgg. I was wondering if we could see the latest drabble you wrote about him from his perspective? I’d love to see what he was thinking when that guy touched MC.
Aka always has such banger ideas. She's very sweet to let me write for this au so much skdjfsf
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how dare you.
... When Sans was angry, usually, tunnel vision set in.
He would feel like he wasn't in control of his own body. He'd be numb, but in a good way, disconnected from the world. Sometimes he heard the screams of the people he attacked, sometimes everything was just a faint ringing sound. Time slipped away from him in those moments... it merged into one deep, deep lake that swallowed him whole. Though he was somewhat there, seeing everything from under the water's rippling surface, his ability to think was switched off. He didn't care about the damage he caused, and he liked that. He liked the silence.
... He would 'wake up' later with foggy memory, blood on his claws, blood in his mouth. And he wouldn't be himself again for hours.
...
... This was not like one of those times.
His eyelight burned, so constricted he felt the magic inside it writhing and spitting. There was fire in his bones. He was standing, seething, the guy in front of him at the table was clutching his nose, blood seeping out from between his fingers. Sans knew the taste of fear all too well, and the room was suddenly thick with the scent- fear was seeping off of you, too, and normally that would diffuse him.
But it didn't. All he could feel in that moment was dark, murderous rage.
... Words boiled inside him. Words that would never leave his mouth. she's so good. so sweet. her presence in this room is the only thing stopping me from cutting all of you from throat to navel. and you treat her like meat.
(He had really felt like he was doing well. Sitting there, good and quiet, your proximity made him feel more sane. He had felt like he was getting a grip on his patience.
... Then the fucker touched you. And said patience snapped, like a thin elastic under the summer sun.)
Feeling the human's nose crunch against the table had been satisfying, definitely. Especially since he was fully in his own body. But that wasn't enough, the rage wasn't dissipating. Sans wasn't satiated. You were already afraid of him, weren't you? What was one more thing to fear, on top of that?
i'll fucking kill you.
He grabbed the guy by the collar, turning and dragging him across the room. He threw him up against the counter, he grabbed a bottle and brought it down over his head so hard it shattered, everything he could do to him was flashing through his mind. Break a chair over him. Slam his head against the bar until it cracks like an egg. Hold him down and kick his legs the wrong way. Cut off his hands, cut off the hand that touched her. Eat the hand. For once, Sans was perfectly, absolutely aware of what he was doing. He felt every spark of magic in his system, and all of it wanted to kill that fucking rat. All of it was telling him to destroy.
she shouldn't have to see it.
...
He paused.
... For a split second, the thought was clear as a bell. His desire to look at your face pierced through his horrible burning anger, like a single star in the night sky.
... He looked over his shoulder at you. Tiny, soft, pressed into a corner. You flinched.
Another thought, clear and quick. Blue against the hot black and red.
don't let her see death. she doesn't need to see it.
...
He turned back to the human, pinned against the bar counter, battered and bleeding. Stars, Sans wanted to kill him so badly. A strained breath escaped him- he wanted to kill him more than he'd wanted to kill anyone ever before, he could envision the life leaving the man's eyes and the vision scratched an itch in his Soul.
...
But those thoughts were right. He gritted his teeth... he couldn't let you see something so gruesome.
The fire inside him began to die. He threw the idiot out the door, into the street, before he could change his mind. The walk back to his seat felt like a thousand miles.
...
... Sans sank into his seat. By that point, the fire was completely gone. He could feel your eyes on him.
...
... Suddenly, he almost... wanted to cry. A horrible bitter taste in his throat.
look at what you showed her.
a perfect display of what an ugly, violent thug you are.
well done. hope you're proud of yourself.
i'd say 'she'll never love you now'... but it's not like there was a chance of that before.
The bitter taste worsened. The repercussions started to weigh on him- he hated that he'd subjected you to that. He hated that he had no control over himself. He hated the look you were giving him, so he kept his eyelight trained on the table.
You and your datemate, Axe, were chatting on a video call. You had your head rested against your arms, listening to him talk about things, a relaxed smile on your face.
You were happy...
"Y...You okay?"
You perk up when you heard Axe, looking at him, then you let out a soft sigh. "I'm just sad that I haven't been able to talk to you guys in person... But this is the only thing that's made the last three years bearable."
Axe smiles when he heard that, starting to let out a soft purr that you could hear. It was cute. "And I-I'll be here wh...when you come back"
You lean forward, pressing a kiss against the web cam and he leans forward to nudge his head against it lightly.
