Imagine your genshin S/O making you try on lipsticks of different colors and shades and then making you kissing them on their face to see if it suits them too.
Wriothesley:
Currently sick but I wanna post this already dhdbhdbd
Also, Wrio is requested by my friend. I decided to change it up a bit hehe
Working in the Fortress of Meropide meant long hours, dim lighting, and the occasional brush with danger. But it also meant spending time with Wriothesley. You weren’t a prisoner. Not even close. You are part of the staff, sometimes helping Sigewinne with medical reports, sometimes organizing outreach programs for inmate rehabilitation.
And as such, it also meant witnessing the endless sticker war between Sigewinne and Wriothesley.
She would sneak bunny stickers, star stickers, even little carrot-shaped ones onto his gauntlets when he wasn’t looking. And he, with a low sigh and a shake of his head, would peel them off almost immediately. Not because he didn’t care, but because he thought it made him look 'less intimidating' as Duke.
So you decided to help. With flair.
Before one of his rounds, just as he was tightening his gloves, putting his gauntlet and adjusting his coat, you called out to him from across the room.
“Wait, Wrio. One more thing.”
He turned just as you pulled out a lipstick tube, one of many you'd been trying on that morning.
“New color. I need to test if it suits you too.”
He raised an eyebrow, already knowing what was coming.
You grinned, stepped in close, and pressed a slow, deliberate kiss to his gauntlet. A perfect lipstick mark bloomed across the surface: deep rose, bold, and unmistakably yours.
This wasn’t the first time, either.
You had a habit of testing lipsticks on him. Not just on paper or your wrist-on him. You'd try on different shades,reds, corals, even a bold violet once, and then kiss him somewhere: his cheek, his jaw, the tip of his nose if he let you.
“Again, it’s called a compatibility test,” You say, grinning up at him. “If it looks good on you, I know it’s a winner.”
He played along, pretending to grumble. But he didn't -and won't ever- stop you.
“...Seriously?”
You tilted your head, feigning innocence.
“That's for intimidation.”
He exhaled sharply through his nose. “You know I have to walk through three levels of inmates with this on.”
“Mhm, I know. And if I can do that,” You leaned in with a playful smile, “surely you can let Sigewinne have one sticker.”
He grumbled as he walked away, but he didn’t wipe it off. He never could decline anything from you.
Inmates whispered, snickered, even complimented him.
“Boss got himself marked,” One of them laughed. He tried rubbing it off once or twice, but the stain had settled in well. And by the time he passed Sigewinne again, she didn’t even have to sneak. She just looked up at him with big eyes, sticker in hand.
And he let her.
A sparkly bunny now sat proudly next to your lipstick mark.
That evening, he found you in your shared office, leaning over a stack of folders. He stood at the doorway without a word, holding up the gauntlet like a trophy.
The lipstick mark had faded slightly, but the sticker was untouched.
“You started something,” He said dryly.
"Mhm. You gonna finish it?" You tease, getting up from your desk, stepping close to him.
He didn’t reply.
His gauntlet was already off, dropped somewhere before vanishing into specs of light. One arm slid around your waist, tugging you flush against him. The other hand came up, fingers tilting your chin just.
And then he kissed you.
Not soft. Not slow.
He kissed you like he’d been thinking about it all day. Like the mark you left on his gauntlet had seared through the metal and straight into his skin. His mouth moved over yours with practiced ease, lips warm and wanting, stealing the breath right from your lungs. When you parted for air, his thumb brushed along your lower lip, like he couldn’t help but linger.
Your lipstick had smudged across his own lips, painting them a lighter color of yours.
You chuckled breathlessly, reaching up to wipe it with your thumb, though you didn’t quite get it all. Then, instead of pulling away, you pressed a kiss to his cheek, softer this time, almost tender.
“There. One for the road.”
He rolled his eyes, but the slight flush on his ears betrayed him.
“You’re lucky I like you.” He groaned softly, pinching you on your side. But the way his arm stayed around your waist said you were a little more than lucky.
From just down the corridor, a tiny giggle echoed. Sigewinne, peeking around the corner, stood there, watching the scene, already armed with another sheet of stickers.
I already finished Lipstick # 6 - Wriothesley. I'll post it tomorrow.
In another note, since I finally got my docs back from my old laptop after procrastinating, I'm thinking whether I should go back for my SAGAU series or the one I have in Quotev.
I'll probably write either while I'm coding in the office hehehe
Imagine your genshin S/O making you try on lipsticks of different colors and shades and then making you kiss them on their face to see if it suits them too.
Diluc
I have forgotten if someone requested this or if I just decided to make it owo
Also, i'm letting my friend cut in line and have Wrio next heheheh
There are pros and cons on having rich boyfriend. In one hand, he can buy you anything you want. In the other, he can buy you anything he wants.
"...Is this really necessary?" You asked, whispering to Diluc, who sat beside you, as you looked at the rows and rows of lipsticks in front of both of you. Some are already being taken away by the his staff as ordered by the professional that he hired, deeming those as lost cause.
"Of course. It's completely necessary." Diluc nods, a tiny smirk tugging at his lips as he replied. His eyes flicked over to you, and a corner of his mouth quirked ever so slightly. "I refuse to let you walk around in anything less than perfection."
You tried not to react, but the slight shift in your expression made his smirk grow just a little bit more.
"And besides," He adds, his voice dropping a notch lower, "If I'm going to be staring at your lips all day… I’d prefer they wear my favorite shade."
Before you could even think of a comeback, the professional stepped in, breaking the moment like a popped bubble. And then for the next thirty minutes, that very professional worked with quiet intensity, swatching lipstick after lipstick on both of you. Their only instruction? That the colors have to be perfect on both of you.
"May I know what lipstick shade you usually wear?" They asked at one point, tilting their head with a critical eye. You gave your answer, and with a hum of approval, they carried on.
One by one, the collection grew, until finally, they stepped back with a satisfied grin.
"There we go. A total of fifty-seven lipsticks that suit you both." They beamed, looking proud at their work. With a nod, Diluc gave them their pay that they accepted with enthusiasm and a cheerful bow before heading out the door.
"So we're done now, right?" You ask, only to frown when Diluc shakes his head.
"Far from it." Before you could ask, he uncaps one of the lipsticks and leans in, applying it to your lips with practiced ease. His face is impossibly close, his touch gentle but steady. You could barely breathe.
"I want to double-check it first," He murmurs. Then he pulls back slightly and points to his lips, a sly smile tugging at the corners of his lips. When he sees you hesitate, a low chuckle rumbles from his chest.
His gaze flicking down to your lips, thumb brushing lightly along your jaw, a playful glint in his eyes.
“Let’s see how it wears.” And then he kisses you. His lips met yours with the kind of focus that made your heart skip, tilt, and stumble.
The lipstick smudged between you, painting him in the same shade. You felt your breath hitch as he pressed in a little deeper, not rushed, but unhurriedly thorough. Then, just as your thoughts began to spiral, you felt it.
A slow lick across your bottom lip.
Your brain stops.
Crashes.
Reboots.
He pulled back just enough to meet your eyes, his own half-lidded and entirely too satisfied. The lipstick was smeared across his mouth like sin, and he looked too pleased about it.
You find yourself just staring at his lips. The shade looks unfairly good on him. You’re not even sure who wore it better.
"Of course," He murmurs, brushing his thumb near your chin. "I wouldn't want you to only test it on my lips."
By the end of the day, it wasn’t just his lips. His entire face had traces of color, tiny kisses in various shades. But the one he liked the most? A shade so close to the deep red of his eyes, it was almost made for him.
Whenever it was on your lips, it felt like a sign that you're his. And when it's on his cheeks, he leaves it there, proudly, like a trophy no one else could earn.
Even Kaeya didn’t dare say a word about it. Because never in his life had he seen Diluc look so proud.
Scara is our favorite little spoon <3 our secret cuddle buddy 🥺🫶 (I love him so much him and his smug attitude)
“I don’t want your cuddles… wait come back”
Imagine having friends who are also a bit touchy. Not in an uncomfortable way, but enough that Scara himself would have a hard time trying not to curse at them for having more cuddle time with you.
One day, your friends will suddenly find you joining them with Scara's arms just wrapped around you whilst glaring at them.
Unfortunately for him, they took it as a challenge.
And just like that, your cuddle pile turned into a silent warzone. Scara clinging tighter with every passing second, his pride crumbling under the weight of petty jealousy and a warm blanket.
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I really should go to sleep. Maybe I'll post the whole thing once i wake up
I forgot to post the whole thing a year ago oopss
"Congratulations, Wanderer, you're pregnant!" There was silence after Nahida's exclamation as the both of you look at her with an unreadable expression.
"What?!" The both of you questioned, with you being happy, excited, and a little bit confused, and with Wanderer being extremely in denial.
"You're joking, right? I'm a puppet. There's no way that can happen. And, neither of us even had se-.. neither of us have done anything to have that happen!" Wanderer's face is extremely red, wanting for Nahida to say that she's just joking. He then stilled. What if you thought he was cheating-
"We have been kissing a lot lately… Nahida, do you think it's possible for a puppet to have babies just by kissing?" You asked Nahida, making Wanderer both relieved and horrified. He's glad you didn't think the worst of him, but are you really taking this seriously?!
Nahida looked up for a moment with a thoughtful look, before nodding slowly.
"Maybe. But would it be the kissing or maybe something more in play? One's love could be enough to create such miracle." She answered with a happy smile before she turns to Wanderer with a determined look.
"Starting today, my mission for you is to take very good care of yourself more so that the baby can arrive healthy. I will not be assigning you to anything else." She says with smiling happily, that made Wanderer grimace.
"I am not pregnant." He hissed, face turning even redder, before grabbing your hand and just booking it out of the place.
The two of you didn’t stop running until you reached your shared home on the outskirts of Sumeru. He slammed the door behind you, locked it, then leaned back with an exasperated groan.
“You know Nahida was just messing with us, right?” he snapped, pacing back and forth. “Puppets. Do. Not. Get. Pregnant.”
You plopped yourself on the couch, unconvinced,. “You’re awfully red for someone who’s so sure.”
“I’m red because that was embarrassing!” he yelled. “Do you know how ridiculous that sounded? ‘Babies from kissing’?! What are we, a fairy tale?”
You shrugged. “I mean, Nahida is the Dendro Archon. Maybe she knows something we don’t. Maybe you’re… evolving.”
Wanderer stared at you, jaw slack. “Evolving?! Into what, a baby factory?!”
You giggled. “Well, you have been eating more lately. And you’ve been grumpier than usual.” You tilted your head. “Mood swings?”
He blinked. “That’s just called being me, thank you very much.”
You leaned in a little, eyes playful. “Your chest kind of looks fuller too…”
“WHAT?!”
“I’m kidding! Probably.”
Wanderer’s hands flew to his chest defensively. “Okay that’s it. I’m going to find Tighnari. He’s smart. He’ll prove I’m not pregnant.”
“But what if he confirms it?”
He paused mid-step, visibly sweating. “Then I'll fake my death and change my name.”
The night air was thick with the scent of the sea and maple leaves when Kazuha finally returned, the soft click of the door barely stirring the quiet of your shared home. The familiar stillness wrapped around him like a warm breeze, as his gaze drifted across the room, lingering for a moment on the empty glass resting on a table—beside it, an empty pill packet of sleeping pills. A quiet furrow tugged at his brow, but he said nothing. He shrugged it off and continued forward.
Moon light spilled across the floorboards like a path just for him, guiding his tired steps toward the place he longed for most—you. Curled up beneath the covers, unaware of the longing in his eyes as he stood there, silent yet with a growing feeling of hunger.
The wind had kept him away too long, and now that it had finally delivered him back to you, he wanted nothing more than to- He stops. Now becoming aware that he has moved without him knowing, hands already on the blanket, ready to rip it away from you.
For a moment, he simply stared at you, at the bare curve of your shoulder slipping from the sheets, at the soft parting of your lips as you exhaled, utterly unaware.
The room was too quiet, too fragile for the storm brewing in his chest. He lowered himself beside the bed, not yet daring to touch, not yet willing to wake you. He kneels as if he's worshiping a God, but his eyes roam freely, possessive and starved, tracing every inch of your skin that the blanket failed to hide.
"... The things you make me wanna do, my love." He quietly says with a sigh, smiling softly despite the want, the need. The fabric between his fingers suddenly felt too thin—too fragile, like his control as the moment grew longer. You shifted slightly in your sleep, the soft sound you made slicing clean through his restraint like a blade through silk.
He let the blanket slip from his hands, but only to brush his knuckles against your shoulder, barely a touch, just enough to feel your warmth. His mind told him to wait—to be patient, to be gentle like he always was-
"Kazuha..." He hears you murmur in your sleep.
He drops all sense of restraint.
It shatters quietly, like glass beneath his feet. The sound of his name on your lips-so soft, so lovely-shot an arrow through his chest. His hand, once trembling with hesitation, now moved with certainty, fingers slowly gliding down your exposed arm, shivering just at the sensation of your skin.
“You call for me even in your dreams,” he whispered, voice rough with desire, love, and something darker something needy. “Do you have any idea what that does to me?”
He shifted onto the bed, making sure to keep quiet, fluid but tense, like a predator slipping into the dark to claim what was already his. The mattress dipped beneath his weight, and the air between you thickened. Still, you slept, vulnerable and warm and his.
He hovered over you, eyes tracing the rise and fall of your chest, the subtle twitch of your lashes, the way your fingers curled into the sheets as if reaching for him even now.
His lips hovered near your ear, breath hot.
“Then don’t wake up,” he whispered, voice low and dangerous. “Let me have you like this...”
A thought grounded him as he leaned back slightly, steadying his breath while his fingers curled around the edge of the blanket once more. 'This is fine.'
He moved slowly, peeling it away inch by inch, revealing the soft skin he’d longed for in every sleepless night beneath foreign stars.
You had been the one to offer this-this trust. “If you come home late… you don’t have to wake me,” you’d said with a drowsy smile once, curled in his arms. “Just take what you need.” And Gods, did he need you now.
He paused to drink in the sight of you, bathed in moonlight and vulnerability. A tender look passed over his face, heart aching with his love for you. This wasn’t just about desire. It was devotion.
Then, slowly, he begins to undress you, each movement filled with quiet intent. Every button, every fold of fabric undone as if peeling back a secret meant only for him, exposing you to the cool air and his burning gaze.
As his fingers danced across your skin, tracing the curves of your body, he felt his control slipping further and further away. The need to touch you, to claim you as his own, grew more insistent with every passing moment.
He cupped your breast gently, thumb brushing against the nipple in a soft caress that made you shiver beneath him. Your eyelids remained shut, but your breathing changed ever so slightly - a gentle stirring that told Kazuha he was getting closer to waking you up.
His hand moved lower still, fingers trailing down your stomach until they reached the edge of your panties. He hesitated for just a moment before pushing them aside and delving into the warmth beyond.
The sound of his name whispered again on your lips sent a jolt through him like electricity. He stilled instantly, listening intently as if willing himself not to wake you up completely.
And as he explored your body, his touch grew more insistent, more demanding. His fingers delved deeper into the warmth between your legs, seeking out the source of your sweetness.
You stirred again, this time rolling onto your side, legs trapping his hand underneath. But Kazuha was careful not to wake you up completely. He held his breath and slowed his movements, waiting for the moment when you would settle back.
Your hand slipped off the bedsheet and fell limp at your side, but otherwise you remained still. Kazuha's heart raced with excitement as he leaned in closer still, his lips brushing against the curve of your neck.
"You're so beautiful," he whispered against your skin, his voice trembling with emotion. "So soft... so sweet..."
He bit down gently on the tender flesh just below your earlobe, feeling a shiver run through him as you responded by shifting ever so slightly beneath him. With a gentle ease that belied his growing urgency, Kazuha shifted you onto your back once more. He pulled away from you for just an instant, his eyes drinking in the sight of you spread out before him like a feast.
And then he was back, his mouth closing over your sex with a hunger that left no room for doubt.
As he licked and nuzzled your sex, Kazuha was acutely aware of the delicate balance between pleasure and wakefulness. He knew that one wrong move could send you tumbling into consciousness, and he wasn't ready for that yet.
So, he tempered his passion with restraint, focusing on gentle strokes and soft whispers to keep you in the realm of dreams. His tongue danced across your flesh with precision, teasing out every last drop of sweetness from your body.
You stirred again, this time arching your back, seeming to respond to his ministrations. But Kazuha held steady, his mouth never leaving its position as he coaxed more sounds from you, soft moans and gasps that made him feel so giddy.
He had to resist the urge to go faster, make you writhe underneath him with just his lips and tongue. Instead, he slowed down, taking his time to savor every moment of this intimate connection.
Finally, having lost some of his patience, Kazuha leaned away from you, just enough to pull off his shirt. The fabric rustled softly as he tossed it aside, revealing his chest and abdomen to the moonlight.
Without breaking eye contact with your sleeping form, he reached for his pants and quickly took it off along with his underwear, a sigh of relief as he no longer felt restrained by his own cloth. Reaching down, he let his hand close around his cock, feeling its length and thickness pulse with anticipation. He stroked himself gently at first, but soon found himself moving faster and harder as he continued to gaze down on you. Still sleeping, still so unaware.
As he stroked himself, Kazuha felt the familiar rush of pleasure building inside him. His breath caught in his throat as he teetered on the edge of orgasm, but just as he was about to come, he forced himself to stop.
He didn't want to release himself yet. Not when he could be inside you instead. The thought sent a shiver down his spine and made his cock twitch with renewed desire.
Kazuha took a deep breath and began to stroke himself again, this time slower and more deliberate. He wanted to prolong the moment, savoring the anticipation that had been building all night.
As he pumped his hand up and down his length, he couldn't help but think about how good it would feel to be buried deep inside you. He imagined your warm flesh enveloping him like a vice, squeezing tight around every inch of him...
The thought sent another surge of pleasure through him, making his balls tighten in response. But still Kazuha held back, refusing to let go until it was exactly where - and how - he wanted it...
Turning his attention back to you, he leaned in closer, his mouth hovering again above your sex as he took a deep breath and savored the scent of your arousal.
You were still lost in sleep, but your body was responding to his touch even if you weren't consciously aware of it. Your pussy was slick with wetness, and Kazuha could feel the heat emanating from within.
He licked at you once more, this time using long strokes to spread your juices around and coat you with saliva. The combination of your natural lubrication and his own tongue created a smooth glide that made him shiver with anticipation. He couldn't help but think about how good it would feel to slide inside you now. He imagined the way her walls would grip him tight, milking every last drop of pleasure from him...
Finally satisfied that you were fully prepared for him - or rather, fully prepared for what he had planned - Kazuha slowly pulled away from your sex. His cock twitched with excitement as he positioned himself at your entrance.
With a slow, deliberate motion, Kazuha began to push himself inside you. He felt the familiar resistance of your body as he entered, it felt as if he’s been thrown into Celestia.
As he sank deeper into your warmth, Kazuha's breath caught in his throat. The sensation was so intense that he could feel himself on the verge of orgasm once more. But instead of giving in to the urge, he paused, thinking. He couldn't remember the last time they'd done this together. It was like they'd been apart for years rather than mere months. And yet here they were now...
Kazuha took another deep breath and continued to slide inside you, feeling every inch of his length disappear into your depths. Your walls wrapped around him like a vice, squeezing tight as if trying to hold onto him forever. The sensation was almost too much for him.
With shaky breaths, he began to move inside you, slowly becoming more and more feral. His strokes grew harder and faster, his hips pumping against yours with a primal intensity.
Your body responded by releasing a torrent of sounds - moans, gasps, and soft cries that seemed to come from deep within your soul. But despite the loudness of your noises, the sensations that overwhelmed your body, you remained lost in sleep.
Kazuha stares at you with awe as you did so. To sleep through such intense pleasure... It was as if your body had learned to adapt to his touch, to respond without waking up completely.
He took advantage of this newfound freedom, losing himself in you. His cock pistoned in and out of you with reckless abandon, sending waves of pleasure crashing through both bodies.
When he felt himself reaching the peak of his pleasure, he let out a groan as he came inside you with abandon. His cock pulsed with release, sending jets of semen deep into your womb.
But he wasn't done. He came again... and again... each time burying himself deeper inside you, lost in a sea of pleasure.
And then finally, after what felt like an eternity of sex and passion, Kazuha collapsed on top of you, spent and exhausted. He shifted, moving to lay besides you instead, not wanting to put his whole weight on you.
He lays there for a moment or two, catching his breath, smiling softly as he listened to the sound of your soft snores filling the air.
Your body was warm, languid, and heavy with sleep, the edges of your awareness blurring like fog at sunrise. Somewhere in the haze, you felt the faint drag of a cloth against your skin. It was so gentle, almost like a breeze. A breath you didn’t know you were holding escaped as you stirred slightly, your eye lids fluttering but never lifting fully.
“… Kazuha…?” you murmured, voice hoarse with sleep, tinged with a bit of happiness that he’s finally back home.
“Shhh,” he whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple, his fingers brushing your sweaty hair from your face. “I’ve got you, love. Sleep.”
The warmth of the cloth moved lower, his touch delicate as he cleaned you with a reverence that made your chest ache. Even in the dim moonlight, his hands were steady yet gentle. He took his time, as though tending to something sacred.
“You’re alright,” he murmured, more to himself than to you. “I’ll take care of everything. Just rest.”
You hummed softly, a ghost of a smile tugging at your lips as your body relaxed further into the mattress. You felt the blankets being pulled up again, his arms soon slipping around you from behind, fitting perfectly against your back. His nose buried in your hair, breath deepening as he finally allowed himself to rest too.
Sunlight spilled through the window like a quiet confession, warm and uninvited. You groaned, squinting one eye open only to find a familiar mess of light blonde hair nestled comfortably against your chest, breathing evenly, completely at peace.
For a moment, you simply stared. Then came the soreness. And then the realization.
“…You menace,” you mumbled, voice hoarse, huffing in feigned annoyance.
Kazuha didn’t move—at least not right away. But there was a suspicious little twitch of his mouth, obviously pretending to still be asleep.
“Don’t act dead now,” You muttered, poking his cheek. “I know what you did.”
A low chuckle vibrated against your skin. “You said I didn’t have to wake you,” he replied, still refusing to open his eyes, but now clearly awake and shameless. “I was just… following instructions.”
“Oh really?” You arched a brow. “I don’t recall instructing you to break my back in four different ways.”
He opened one eye, entirely too pleased with himself. “If it helps, I consider it a spiritual alignment.”
You snorted, smacking his forehead lightly before sinking back into the pillows with a groan. “Well, my spirit is very aligned. And also, very sore.”
Kazuha hummed, pulling the blanket higher around you both. “Then I suppose I’ll have to make you breakfast.”
You rolled your eyes at him. “You suppose?”
“I said what I said,” he teased, but the way he kissed your shoulder before rising from bed—naked and smug—left little room for protest.
You watched him saunter off toward the kitchen before sighing dramatically into the pillow.
This is so random (●v●) I'm not in the fandom anymore. But since @iloveartaaa said pls, I'mma just post it.
Also, this was made some time in 2019(?) so it's not gonna be that well-written. Didn't proof read this either so...
Warnings: Mentions of killing, Stalking
It's already midnight when you stepped out of your workplace, tired and wanting to go home. Luckily, it's only 15 minutes away from your house if you take the right shortcuts. Though, you still felt annoyed at having stay out this late.
Blame goes to your stupid coworker who kept getting you in trouble.
As you walked, you couldn't help but feel as if you're being watched, a bit of paranoia getting to you. You would've ignored it, but your gut says that this probably isn't from your usual stalker.
Ahh yes, your stalker. You knew of him too, quite close to him in fact. But you never really minded, felt safer to have at least someone watching over you to make sure you're safe. And he only ever stalked you when you're outside, so it's fine.
Though, of course, he doesn't know that you know.
Turning a corner, you suddenly hear a scream from where you were. Curious, you turned back to the corner and took a peek.
And then you quickly turned around and walked away from the... disturbing scene.
Ignoring it with the thought of just going home. You felt like you should be shocked, disgusted, or even afraid. But honestly? You're not even shaken from what you saw.
You knew from the moment that you caught each others gaze that he's not as -for the lack of a better word- stable as he seems. And the fact that he's a stalker, well... that doesn't really scream sane, does it?
Sans has always been...something.
You're not sure if he knew that you saw, ('he does' your mind supplies.) but right now, your main course of actions is to really just go home. This has been quite a bothersome day.
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Why are you not surprised that he's already at your home? The lights are off, the only way that you knew of him being here is because of his glowing eyelights. You held back an annoyed sigh as you stare back at him through the dark.
"What are you doing here, Sans?" You say, breaking the silence. Though, he chose to remain silent, just watching you. You rolled your eyes at him and looked towards where the light switch should be.
You moved towards it, but before you could, you suddenly found yourself in an almost bone-crushing embrace of the skeleton. Trying to pull away was fruitless, as he only tighten his grip, leaving you gasping a bit for air.
You sighed annoyed and then grimaced as you inhaled the stench of iron.
"....you need bath" you grumbled, face squished on his hoodie making your words come out as a mumble. He heard it anyways, the surprised chuckle says so.
"Of all things..." You hear him say, more to himself, in surprise.
Another silence then enveloped you both. Not uncomfortable, yet not comfortable either. Well, that's what you think the atmosphere felt like. You're legs are kinda getting a bit too tired, so you let yourself go limp, closing your eyes in the process.
Surprised (again), Sans adjusted his hold on you so that you wouldn't fall. A part of him worried, thinking that you suddenly just passed out. But a large part of him is quite giddy to have you in his arms.
Now holding you bridestyle, he couldn't help but grin wider with the already permanent smile on his face. He's not sure why you're not screaming and trying to get away from him, but he's not going to complain about it. This is basically saying that you're accepting him for who he is.
This is a blessing.
He couldn't help the laughter that came out at the thought. From the Underground, he and all of the other monsters, with the help of a human child, got out. The humans on the surface welcomed them with open arms, an 'apology' for the years of imprisonment.
When he and Papyrus moved here at the surface, he met you. The moment he saw you, it was like love at first sight. He was smitten.
It was then that he followed you around. Even became close friends with you just so he could have an excuse to hang out. And then now, even after getting caught killing someone, you seemed fine with it, with him.
He sure is lucky, isn't he?
But his expression darken when his thoughts went to the resets that he had gone through. No matter how many times that Frisk apologized, it can never fix what's been broken.
A sudden tap to his cheek brought him back from his thoughts. Looking down, he sees you staring at him with a questioning gaze.
"You 'kay?" He beamed at your worry, eyelights turning to heart shapes.
"S'nothin'" He says to you, holding you closer to him as he nuzzle his face to yours. You fluster at the action, but didn't do anything to stop him, merely letting him do what he wants.
