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Ever Forge Ahead
Rated G | Character Study | Loosey-Goosey Canon Interpretation
"There once was a time where the world lay sleeping beneath a bitter, untamable frost. The Sun would do her daily dance from one horizon to the other, but no warmth graced her people below. It was the Age of Endless Frost, a time thousands of years before you or I were even dreams in our mothers' eyes."
FFxivWrite 2022 Day 1 Prompt: Cross
- (verb:) to go or extend across or to the other side of (a path, road, stretch of water, or area).
So, I’m not sure if it gets sent to y’all’s emails when I edit a work, but maybe some of you have been keeping an eye on my AO3. I wanted to formally announce that I’m working on revising You Don’t Mind in order to finally, FINALLY, post the last 2 chapters. I wanted to wait until I got through revisions for the first 10 chapters, which I’ve been doing slowly over the course of the past month or so, before saying anything. Didn’t want to immediately say, “hey, I’m back!” because even I don’t know if this will last and I don’t know how long it will take with current life stuff, but I’ll put that personal stuff under a Read More since this is supposed to be about YDM.
I won’t be posting here every time I revise a chapter because sometimes I only change a few things like grammar or wordage, so you’ll just have to keep an eye out for that. I will be answering questions here and I will make another post once the next 10 chapters are revised as well so you don’t have to constantly be refreshing the fic if you don’t want to. Thank you for the understanding. Personal stuff under the cut.
I haven’t written in ages and, if y’all remember from my previous life update posts, it was because of some serious shit going down for me mentally. I’m happy to say I’ve been going to a therapist since I think around June of this year? and I’m making really good progress. Still unemployed and desperate to make ends meet (which you can help with here if you’re so inclined), but definitely better. The thing was, though, writing was how I coped so when I WAS trying to get better, I couldn’t find the headspace to write in anymore. When I tried, I felt miserable and it defeated the purpose of it. So I just stopped.
Now, as I’m doing better, I don’t know if my passion lies in writing alone anymore, but I have come back around to loving it again. I want to do it more, but not with the same pressing urgency as I had before nor within the toxic mindset I let myself stew in to get work done. More than anything, I want to thank the people who have messaged me with concern over the years and the people who still find my fics and wish me well. It really means a lot to me and I do want to get back into doing something for y’all again. I’ll probably go back and revise a lot of my fics after YDM is all through, maybe fix the tone and direction I had planned for FYLB and also the 707/Reader fic I had been starting, too.
If you want to find me elsewhere or you’re interested in anything else I do, my Twitter is where I’m most active. I respond right away since messages get sent to my phone. All my other links and info can be found in my pinned tweet as well as this additional tweet I made with even more links to things.
- I’ve specified good fanfiction in literally the first tweet. While this is, obviously, a value judgement wherein YMMV, My Immortal is famous for being arguably the most terrible fanfic ever written, and is therefore demonstrably not what I’m talking about. Similarly, I’ve seen other responses to this post bring up 50 Shades, which, despite its popularity in mainstream circles, is pretty much universally regarded as being not just terrible fanfic, but an excruciatingly bad and dangerously inaccurate portrayal of BDSM that romanticises abuse. So no: these are not the droids you’re looking for.
- Here’s the thing, though: you already knew that. The decision to respond to this post with a flippant reference to a fic that’s notorious precisely because of its poor quality is exactly why I used up precious Twitter characters to specify good fanfic, even though I shouldn’t have had to. Every mode of artistic expression is composed of good, bad and mediocre works, but when it comes to genres that are traditionally viewed as less worthy or literary - like fanfiction, or romance - we have a reflexive tendency to conflate the bad with the whole, such that the good is implied to be either exceptional or nonexistant. I specified that I’m talking about good fanfiction, not because I think such fics are an exalted minority, but to pre-emptively combat the assertion that they are, and then you’ve gone and made it anyway. So, thanks for that.
- But while we’re on the subject of quality, let’s make a very important distinction. Though fanfic is a largely unmediated medium, it’s not bad; it’s amateur, in the very literal, dictionary-definition sense of engaging or engaged in without payment; non-professional. While there’s a stereotype that lots of ficwriters are teenage girls - which, why is that always wielded as an insult? oh right, misogyny, carry on - a lot of us are, in fact, grown-ass adults of varying genders, some of whom also happen to write professionally in other contexts; like me, for instance. I’ve read fanfics that are unquestionably as good as, if not better than, many professionally published works I’ve read, some I’ve simply enjoyed or felt meh about, and others where I’ve mounted up on my Nopetopus and ridden off into the sunset after the first paragraph. It’s a grab bag, is what I’m saying, but if you think that’s an inherently different spectrum of enjoyment over quality than applies to any other medium, then I’d politely invite you to reconsider the matter.
- In conclusion: fanfic might not be your bag, but it has its own culture of editing, collaboration, publication, criticism and dissemination, its own conventions and subversions of same, its own extensive history and trope awareness, and, yes, its near-unique status as a medium invested in female sexual desire. That doesn’t mean there aren’t other things straight dudes can do to learn the mystical ways of What Women Want like, oh, say, talking to them, always bearing in mind that women are not a goddamn hivemind, but given that there are a frightening number of guys out there whose first or primary exposure to any type of porn is whatever degrading mainstream het they can scrouge up for free without virusing the hell out of their PCs, then yeah: I’m gonna go out on a fucking limb and suggest they maybe balance it out with some fanfic.
This might be the best summary of the power of fan fiction and its inherent lessons about women’s sexuality that I’ve ever seen.
Another chapter for you. I've been working towards this for so long and I'm very excited to be SO CLOSE to the end. Flowey's transformed form has been my very own monster when it came to the end of this and I'm happy to be working to overcome it. Stay tuned for next Saturday. Thank you so much, as always, for continuing to support me and my writing.
Summary: Perspective slides between Reader and Sans as their reality faces peril.
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You had sat and listened to the news as you ate a quick breakfast. The mayor had announced that there had been a slew of robberies over the past few days. He urged the townsfolk to remain alert and in groups, putting extra emphasis on not wandering around at night until the culprit was caught. You barely heard his weak reassurances of safety while the police investigated. It was clear the mayor did not want to incite a panic, you understood this, but if things were as dire as Sans made it seem, the people around town ought to know. Maybe he did not want any fingers to be pointed at the monsters? It still felt irresponsible to you.
The walk to work was certainly unchanged. People were walking alone, children were heading to school unsupervised. You could not help the anxiousness that churned in your belly as you watched them go about their lives. Would they be safe? You almost missed your crosswalk sign, you were so consumed in worry.
As you scurried across the street, doubt caught you. Maybe you should have listened to Sans and stayed home. Maybe you had thought too much of yourself and you really would not be able to handle walking around by yourself. You were finding yourself glancing around every corner and trying not to make eye contact with passersby. In your mind, you probably looked ridiculous. The thought of your boss fending for himself in the bar, however, steeled your resolve. You could not just leave him. Everyone was in danger, not just humans.
The windows to the bar where dark, not unusual for the early morning, but still unsettling. Fishing for your key, you jumped as the door knob turned with a squeak. Instinctively, you grabbed at your bag, prepared to bludgeon whatever came out the door.
“H-hello?” you whispered, nerves choking your voice in your throat. A familiar orange light shined from the door as it opened slightly.
“Aah, so you did decide to come,” Grillbz replied. He eyed your tight grip on your bag. “Sans has told you that something has happened then. Come in.”
Ushering you inside, he quickly bolted the door closed behind you. The resounding thud of the metal lock bar sliding into place eased your tightened nerves. Even if it was just a lock, it made you feel safer.
“Did Sans tell you, too?” you asked, glancing around the bar. It was empty. Grillbz had not even pulled down the chairs from off the tables and the jukebox had been unplugged. You jumped when he touched your arm to lead you to a bar stool.
“No, but...we monsters tend to sense when things of this...nature occur. We are highly attuned to the magic of our SOULs and thus are aware of the magic all around us. Something is disrupting that magic. Something has created an imbalance.”
“How do you know someone was m-murdered? Does it feel different when someone just…dies?”
Grillbz had sat beside you, stroking the flames at the top of his head back. You noticed the twitch of his fingers as he pushed his glasses up to look at you.
“Unlike humans, monsters are almost purely magical. We can feel other’s emotions if we are close enough to them. The monsters around town had been living together for hundreds of years under the mountain, we all just got used to each other down there. We know how our community is meant to feel. When we made our way to the surface those few years ago that feeling changed very little. We have a slight sense for humans, but, because their bodies have less magic to them, it’s harder to get a read on them. However…under certain circumstances, when their SOULs are feeling something as strong as fear, we know. It becomes almost like a beacon in our consciousness. We feel their fear, it’s tangible in our chests, and the sudden stop of it makes it clear their fate. It’s like someone turning on the lights in a dark room before quickly snuffing it again.”
Something clicked with you and you eyed Grillbz with a newfound nervousness.
“Why…do you know what a human dying feels like? Has something like this happened before?”
“Aside from the war?” Grillbz chuckled humorlessly. “When we were down there, us monsters weren’t exactly the kindest to the humans who found their way into our community.”
You shifted in your seat. Of course you had heard the rumors about the mountain swallowing up those who ventured to its peak. It made sense to you now that no one else besides Frisk had emerged with the monsters. With the current situation, it was hard not to think of how lucky they were to have survived somehow.
“When did this first happen?”
“A few nights ago. You have been recovering so I'm not sure if you've been out of the house much, but...monsters have been staying off the streets.” Grillbz paused before asking, “Did Sans not tell you?”
Thinking back over the past few days, you vaguely recalled the firmness with which he held you. Nothing forceful, just...close. Sans had watched movies with you and made meals with you in, what you had assumed was an effort to keep you entertained as you stayed in the house. He had clung to you and doted on you, even moreso than usual. This morning he had been at your bedside as soon as you had awoken. Had he even slept? A coil of frustration and guilt burned within you. He should not have had to shoulder all of that alone. The look on your face must have said something and you shrugged as Grillbz patted at your arm.
“He just doesn't want to worry you. You both have been through quite a lot these past few weeks.” When your expression did not soften, Grillbz smiled cautiously. “Don't be too hard on him. Besides, I'm sure there are things the two of you have kept to yourselves in an effort to spare the rest of us. Neither of you ever really explained why you ended up in the hospital after all.”
Flushing, you looked away with a nervous laugh. Gaster hardly counted, you thought petulantly, but, even so, you could see his point. You knew this was all a story. That was something you and Sans doubted you would ever be able to tell the others. It did not stop the sigh that huffed out of you however.
“Well, I don't have to like it,” you grumbled, halfheartedly crossing your arms. This elicited a quiet crackle of laughter from Grillbz which you returned with a soft smile. The lapse in conversation reminded you of the reason you had come into work in the first place.
“Why don't we wait things out at Sans and Papyrus's house? They've actually gone to see King Asgore. With their help, I'm sure this whole thing will fix itself.”
Standing and tugging at Grillbz's hand until he followed suit, you looked at him insistently. He glanced around the bar, obviously hesitant about leaving it as well as his home upstairs unattended, but he eventually nodded. You helped him lock back up and walked beside him back towards the skeletons' home. With Grillbz's words still fresh in your mind you could not help, but notice that there was a huge lack of monsters out. Grillbz kept his head down, but you could see his small eyes shifting around, carefully watching the people passing by. In an effort to calm him, you tried to make small talk.
“It's been awhile since you've been over to Sans and Papyrus's house. I'm sure they'll be very happy to see you when they get back. You can help me make dinner. Sans has been toiling away in there and I actually kind of miss making stuff for myself.”
Grillbz smiled at you before ruffling your hair.
“It's your home now, too, you know.”
You tried to protest in embarrassment, but suddenly Grillbz was no longer beside you, the warmth of his hand absent from your head. He was a few steps back, breathing heavily, a hand to his chest. His head turned frantically from side to side. You rushed to him, but winced away when you tried to touch his shoulder. He was burning extra hot in his panic, giving off sparks. Instead you grabbed gingerly at the edge of his jacket.
“What's wrong? Are you okay?”
Grillbz looked at you suddenly, almost as if he had just remembered you were still there.
“We need to get to the house quickly.”
He took your wrist, his hands still uncomfortably warm, and led you down the sidewalk. He did not answer any of your questions, and instead chose to silently scan around the two of you. Grillbz did not let go of you until you reached the door. Even then that was only just so you could open it. He pulled you inside as soon as the lock clicked open.
“Make sure all the windows are locked. Seal the garage. We cannot open anything for anyone,” he hissed in a panic, his fingertips sizzling on the cold metal of the deadbolt. Seeing that you would not be getting any information from him until you had done as he had asked, you rushed off to check everything.
Your hands shook as you slammed the windows shut and locked them. When you returned, you found Grillbz in the kitchen. He was sitting at the table and taking a pull from the flask he always concealed in his jacket's inside pocket. He turned a violent shade of blue and sparked slightly, shuddering as the mystery drink hit his palette. He looked over at you grimly, swallowing around what you presumed was alcohol and the nervous lump in his throat before speaking.
“It's happened again, I'm afraid. Someone else has died,” he whispered. The words shook you, sending a shiver down your spine.
“Just...Just now?” The words came out as a breath, but Grillbz understood. He nodded.
“This has never happened during the day before. It was always at night,” he continued. “And whatever it is has taken another human life.”
The both of you nearly jumped out of your skins when your cell phone rang. Fumbling with it, your hands suddenly very sweaty, you saw that the name on the caller ID was Sans. A touch of relief washed over you as you answered.
“Are you alright?” His voice was sharp and frightened, making you pull away from the phone reflexively.
“I'm okay. Grillbz is with me. What's wrong? Where are you? Are you still with King Asgore?” you breathed out in a rush, winded from the sudden fear building inside of you.
“Someone else got killed in town, j-just now,” Sans replied, sounding out of breath himself. It sounded like he was moving very quickly.
“San's, where are you? Is Papyrus with you?” A sudden thought occurred to you as the silence stretched on. “Did you leave them? Are you insane?” you scolded him. Your anger was building itself sharply on top of your nerves. He would be no use to anyone if he encountered whatever it was by himself.
“S-Sorry...I'm just...I need to know what's happening. If my hunch is right... If it's Flowey, we have to catch him.” Part of you understood, but you were definitely relieved when you could hear his breath easing on Sans's end of the call. He must have stopped running.
“Where are Papyrus and King Asgore?” Grillbz prodded you. You shrugged, but Sans had heard and groaned.
“I-I left them...Too much of a hurry...shit!” he cursed, stumbling on the sidewalk. Even he had to admit that maybe it was not the best idea to be on his own. He was not in the right frame of mind to be chasing anyone, especially someone with three human SOULs.
His eyes darted around. It had felt close, like the rip of magic had only happened a little ways away from the station. Maybe he would see it, whoever they were.
He stumbled again, falling harder this time with his phone flying away from his grip. It popped apart, disconnecting the call. Sans growled in frustration at his own clumsiness, pushing forward to reach it, but a sharp tug at his ankle brought him down on his face. He swore again, feeling the bone of his cheek get scratched up. He had not just stumbled, something was dragging him away from the phone.
Looking down, rolling around on the pavement, his eye began to swirl with magic in a panic. His leg bone was being encircled by a thick green vine. His shout of alarm was quickly silenced by another sharp tug.
People passing by began to notice and someone ran to help him up. A loud crack came from the trees when suddenly a line burst forward and grabbed at the human. It wrapped tightly around their waist before effortlessly tossing them into the road. Cars swerved to miss them as they landed in an unconscious heap, but Sans was hardly paying attention to them. The line of trees parted and Flowey emerged.
“As fun as you humans are to play with, I don't want any interference!” Flowey's voice boomed. It was distorted and echoed as he spoke, sounding almost like several voices talking in tandem.
As he pushed further into the street, Sans backed away from his grotesque figure. Flowey had become an undulating mass of plant life. Bits of moss here, wet clumps of leaves there, mushrooms pulsing across this form, and his vines were used as limbs to drag himself forward. He looked like a rotting animal come back to life, dragging his bloated and wiggling form. The thorns in his vines ripped up the concrete sidewalks, errant vines batting away cars and people as Flowey continued his steady march of destruction. At the top of it all, sat an impossibly large sunflower. This was what the SOULs had turned him into and Sans did not want to stick around to see the powers he had attained. With a grunt of effort, he got up on his knees and tried to stand.
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He blinked in confusion as he felt the ground hit his face again. He heard the screech of tires once more as cars swerved to avoid the tossed human. The vine around his ankle had become tighter than before. It was as if he had not moved.
“Shit!” Sans shouted, flinging a bone at the vine to severe its hold on him. It had been so long since he had to deal with SAVEs that it had caught him off guard. It was an ugly feeling, reminding him of his purgatory in the Underground.
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There it was again. The scratch of concrete on his face, the screech of tires. Sans scrabbled suddenly at the ground as he felt himself being ripped upwards by his ankle. Dangling and swinging, he was pulled up to come face to face with Flowey. The monster grinned as more vines encircled Sans, painfully pinning his arms to his sides.
“Howdy! It’s me again!” he sneered. “You sure are an idiot to be looking for me by yourself, heh heh! Where is everybody? Nobody coming to save you?”
His evil grin only widened as Sans’s eye burned even hotter, staring him down with hate. Flowey squeezed at Sans, relishing in the wince on the skeleton’s face as the thorns dug their way into his bones.
“How sad, our supporting character is without his protagonist! Heh heh, I know what we can do!” With a deft swing of his vines, Flowey smashed a house clean down the middle.
It may seem like I’m juggling around a lot of fics (and I am), but I actually?? feel good working this way? There’s less pressure to stay in one headspace for a long time so I’m less likely to get burned out. Of course another chapter of YDM is due this Saturday and I’ll get that out to you guys, but it’s really fun throwing in fics every few days from different things I’m into. Honestly, I’m probably going to start some other things, too lol. For sure a Doctor Strange/Reader fic since I already have the first two chapters finished, but also maybe a Yuri!!! On Ice fic? That show is too good!
Thank you all for reading my stuff and encouraging me through likes, kudos, and comments. I appreciate your support. <3
I know nothing about h4ck3rs so I'm just having fun giving Luciel "God powers". If anything is too far-fetched, sorry about that, maybe I got carried away. Hope you like the chapter though. Some serious stuff is happening, but I'm having fun writing it.
Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Past Child Abuse, Slow Burn, Spoilers for 707′s Route
Summary: A walk ought to help your foul mood, right?
Read It On AO3 // First Chapter // Previous Chapter // Next Chapter
- I'm heading out now. Going to put some of Jumin's cash to good use lolol
Luciel watched you as you walked out of the door to the apartment. You checked in with him like he had asked you to whenever you would go out of the apartment, but it made him anxious. He did not agree with it. You had been brought to the RFA and Rika's apartment under mysterious circumstances, surely someone was watching you. Still, it was not like he could tell you to stay put when he had no good reason to. V had not said you could not leave. The motion of the door closing behind you, leaving an empty room, made him jump. He hoped you were not in any kind of danger.
As usual, he took it upon himself to hack into the surveillance cameras along your walk. You had told him where you were going and how long you would be there, but he needed to keep you safe. At least, that is what he kept repeating to himself.
He saw you glance at shops or vendors on the sidewalk, switching from camera to camera as quickly as he could. The black and white feed offered him nothing more than a picture of you, but it was comforting all the same.
Then, you took a wrong turn.
Luciel had lost you on the cameras, but quickly found you again on a different street. You were not heading the right way to the store you had told him. He could not make out your expression, hidden behind your hair. Where were you going?
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As you had suspected, the walk did little to alleviate your bad mood. Today was one of your off days, where your emotions were particularly sour or just missing completely. You had waffled between numbness and depression all morning and it was exhausting. Nothing was wrong, not really. If anything, you were being spoiled. Jumin was giving you money and everyone was being so kind and welcoming towards you. You ought to be grateful, but, instead…
No, you should not think that way. You knew it was your BPD talking, that you should not feel guilty for feeling upset when that just happened to you sometimes for no reason. Still, being self-aware did little for you. If anything, it made you feel like you ought to know better than to let your emotions get you down like they were. It was an unwinnable argument.
You changed your mind about going to the store. It was abrupt and you had been hoping to pick up some junk food to indulge in, but the idea of talking to someone face to face put you off of the trip immediately. Instead, you decided a walk to the park suited you better. It was cold out and few people who might bother you were walking around. Along the way, you grabbed some chocolate and canned coffee from a vending machine. You still wanted to indulge after all. Being careful not to let the can slip from your gloved hands, you tried not to think about yourself. Of course, your mind wandered back to the RFA.
Jumin was traveling on business and so he had not had a lot of time to talk to you or anyone else. He would occasionally drop photos of gourmet foods or Elizabeth III into the chat before disappearing again. It was difficult to get a read on him, but he had given you plenty of spending money so you wanted to believe he was at least kind in some way, even if he was out of touch with Zen’s feelings.
Zen, Yoosung, and Jaehee were all in the same boat with each other. They were supportive and kind and very excitable when it came to the things they were each passionate about. You hoped that, after the first party, V would let you go visit with some of them. Zen promised to take you out for food with him, Yoosung wanted you to learn more about LOLOL, and the way Jaehee talked about Zen’s shows made you want to see them with her.
V and Luciel were the most mysterious out of the bunch. From what you had seen of V, he was a handsome man, but always incredibly busy, even more so than Jumin. What you had gleaned from talking with Jumin, V and him were very close, but you learned nothing else. He just seemed like an elusive and talented photography. You hoped there would be more time to get to know him after meeting him at the party.
As for Luciel…Well, you already knew how you felt about him. Always a cheerful goofball who never failed to make you smile. Still, it bothered you how much he deflected when it came to getting serious or talking about himself. He would shut down or claim he had some work to do. Not that you were any better or anything. He had no idea about your issues and you felt uncomfortable sharing them with him just yet. You just liked him and that was all. If he would let you into his head more, maybe you would feel better about letting him into yours.
As if on cue, the text tone you set for Luciel went off in your pocket. You smiled at his contact photo before swiping to read his message.
- Get anything for me at the store??
“Ah, shit,” you mumbled, barely glancing at the mother who glared at you as she guided her child away.
- I decided to go for a little adventure in the park so no, I won’t have anything to offer you…I’m sorry!! :’((
Your phone did not buzz again until you were crossing the street to get to the park in question. You took your time to answer, wandering further into the trees to your favorite secluded bench. Sitting across the length of it, legs stretched as far as they could to deter anyone from sitting beside you, you pulled out your phone again.
- How could you forget me? :’((((
- That’s it! You owe me!
Your snorted at that, quickly typing your reply.
- Why do I owe you??
Polishing off your candy bar, you wondered what sort of gift you would get Luciel given the chance. He was clearly well off with all the cars he had, what could you get for him that he might not already have or that he would not just be able to get for himself? All that came to mind was junk food, but you wanted to think of something that would last more than ten minutes. When was his birthday? Had you forgotten it or something? As you looked over your calendar to double check, another message popped up.
- You said you were going to get me something!!
The nerve of that guy!
- I never said that!
“You texting your boyfriend?”
The voice made you jump. At your feet, sitting on the very edge of the bench, was an older man. The way he was eyeing your legs next to him made your skin crawl, but you knew that if you shrank back he would just scoot closer. Instead, you turned your eyes back to your phone and shrugged.
- There’s a weird guy here. Can you call me? I need an out from this conversation.
“So…you don’t have a boyfriend then?” the man pressed, slinging his arm over the back of the bench with his hand stretch towards you. As he spread his knees apart to force you to move, you obliged just to get away from him. You stood up and began to walk away. To your horror, you heard him stand up as well. “Where are you going? You making plans, huh?”
Thankfully, your phone began to ring. Smugly, you held a hand up to shut the man up. He looked like you had slapped him with how dumbfounded he seemed as you kept walking away. He pursued, but looked more uncomfortable as you both made it out of the trees, no doubt perturbed at other people seeing him following you.
“Hello there, darling, how are you?” you purred. Hopefully it would get that creep out of your face.
“W-Wait, what?”
“Yeah, I’m on my way back home to you.” It did not matter what Luciel said, the man could only hear your side of things. Glancing back slyly, you saw him frown severely. “Let’s watch a movie and curl up together on the couch, okay?”
“…Hm, th-that would be nice,” Luciel said with a small huff of embarrassed laughter. You were just pretending, but you could not help the heat creeping up your neck. Was he being shy?
“Knew you had a boyfriend…” you heard the creep grumble. “You’ve got that same look on your face like you did before. Fuck you.”
With a sneer of derision and an ugly hand gesture, he turned on his heel and stomped away. You walked faster and turned a corner, hoping to lose him if he decided to follow you. Taking odd turns and making sure he was not following you, you exhaled loudly.
“God, that was pretty scary,” you whispered.
“You’re telling me! Are you okay?” Luciel fretted. He was quick to collect himself though. “This is why you ought to stay at the house until we figure out who this Unknown guy is. What if it had been him who had found you at the park?”
“I know, I’m sorry.” You knew you should have listened to him, but it did not feel good having him make you feel guilty when you were still shaken from the ordeal. Quietly, you asked, “Can…Can you stay on the line with me until I get back to the apartment? Just in case?”
If he was going to scold you more, he held back at the sound of your meek voice. Sighing deeply, you could hear him shift in his chair.
“Sure.”
The walk back to the apartment was longer just because of the detours you had taken. Somehow, however, you had found your way back to the vending machine. You bought another coffee, feeling like you deserved to indulge just a bit more. True to his word, Luciel stayed on the phone talking with you. He asked you about your favorite snacks, whether or not you had tried LOLOL yet, how the party invitations were going, what you were doing when you were not working, and anything else that sprang up into his head. Again you noticed that he did not give you an opening to ask him much about him. It was only when you were unlocking the front door that you were able to interrupt him.
“I’m in the apartment now. Thank you for helping me.”
“Of course! Seven-oh-seven is always ready to swoop in and save the day! If you need help again, you can ask me for anything and I’ll use my powers to try and make it so.” You could practically hear the grin in his voice and you found that you were smiling, too.
“Ah, well…there is one thing I want to ask you…”
“Ask away! There is no question that God Seven does not know the answer to!”
“Well…what is something that you want more than anything else?” you asked, your mind traveling back to the gift ideas that you had thought of for him. However, to your surprise, he was quiet for a while. Shimmying out of your shoes, you were about to speak up again when he spoke.
“You can’t give it to me.”
It felt like all the wind had been pushed out of you. In its place, anger bubbled up. It was probably because you were still in a bad mood or the fact that you had been approached by a creep, but you snapped back.
“What the hell does that mean?”
That seemed to shock Luciel to his senses. You heard him clear his throat awkwardly.
“It’s not important. Just don’t worry about getting things for me, I’ll be okay,” he replied.
It infuriated you. He was dodging again. He was missing the point. You wanted to get things for him, why was he being such an ass? Maybe you were right, it would be impossible to get something for somebody who can get whatever they want. You must had been quiet for too long because he continued.
“Can I ask you something?” Before you could tell him any different, he was already rushing to speak again. “Why were you so determined to go out today?”
That touched a nerve. He expected you to confide in him when he was being so weird and distant? What a jerk!
“You wouldn’t understand,” you ground out. “Listen, I have a lot of work and I know you do, too, so I’ll just let you go. Good night, Seven.”
It sounded like he was going to protest, but instead he replied, “Good night.”
As soon as you hung up, you felt terrible. However, you could not let him know that since he could see you on the cameras. Instead, you flopped onto the bed and tried to look like you were working on your phone. You were actually playing some random phone game Yoosung had mentioned to you, but you hoped it looked convincing.
Your idea had blown up in your face. Your mood was worse than ever.
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Luciel had flung his phone into his bedroom to land among a pile of dirty clothes. He watched you busy yourself with your phone and tried to stay angry at you, but all he could think about was that man. There had not been any cameras in the park so he could not see you in there. Then, the moment he had lost sight of you, someone had approached you. Why had you wanted to go there? Whatever. More than anything, he was thankful you were safe and where he could protect you.
As always, he regretted shoving you away. He only had one impossible request and it was for you to stay with him. If he asked for it and you forgot again while he remembered, he would only have himself to blame. He did not hold it against you that you were keeping things from him, how could he? It was what he deserved. He was not a good man.
After all, would a good man track down the creep who had approached you and locked him out of all of his accounts? Probably not. Yet, there he was, changing the passwords for everything to work out some of his frustration. Luciel even ordered the guy a nice copy of Playboy with his credit card. It seemed a fitting gift.
The guy’s wife was sure to love finding that in the mailbox.
Originally “Get Those Spirits Up” was a Halloween piece I wanted to write, but Thanksgiving just happened already so...better late than never, yeah? Felt like writing some NSFW stuff. I'm not that good at it, but practicing like this will hopefully improve my skills. Also, please let me know if there are other tags I should use for this, I have no idea if there's something I missed. Hope you enjoyed it!
Tags: Reader has no specified gender or sex, Tentacles, Porn with a Little Plot, Alcohol Use
Summary: You're just alone at a bar trying to have some fun on Halloween because your friends are lame and didn't want to go. The only reason you went is because you had already bought your costume, or so you'd said. You didn't need them to have a good time. You'd dance and drink by yourself and maybe you'd go home with somebody at the end of the night.
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You usually never went out to parties, but you were feeling a little bold and mostly lonely. There had been fliers all around town for a Halloween party at the bar for weeks and you found yourself wanting to go. None of your friends were interested when you mentioned the event in passing, more inclined to spend the night home alone or resting for work the next day. You told yourself that, if you had not already bought a costume, you would have been at home, too. You told yourself that despite having only bought the costume when you heard about the party.
Instead, you found yourself outside of New Grillby's dressed up as a magician, top hat and all. There were monsters and human's alike piling into the place. The sight and sound of so much energy both excited and ate at you. You pumped yourself up. You were trying to be less dependent on your friends, damn it! You were going to have a good time and drink and maybe, hopefully, muster up the courage to dance with someone. As an adult making their own way in life, you needed to start somewhere.
Though, as an adult with a car, you could always leave early, too...
Pushing your way through the crowd, you flashed your ID and bar card at the monster at the door. You tried not to think about how often you had drank at Grillby's place that you had a loyalty card to skip through the lines. The monster's giant eye studied you and the cards before slapping a stamp on your hand, unceremoniously ushering you into the bar. The music was loud and the hum of everyone's voices overlapping made it hard to focus. Still, more than anything, the thrum of music and the happiness that everyone was exuding crept under your skin. You felt that buzz of energy that always came with big crowds and soon began reveling in the relative anonymity you had in the sea of people.
Somehow you found yourself at the bar where the owner of the place waved at you silently. You blushed brightly as he whipped up your usual alcoholic mixer. Okay, so maybe you were not as anonymous as you had thought. You quickly worked your way back into the middle of the group after shyly handing off some payment for the drink.
The alcohol stung you in a pleasant way, warming you even further. It took the edge off the overwhelming feeling you were finding yourself in. You swayed to the music, not really locking eyes with anyone as you polished off your drink. Taking in the sound, it flowed through you, making you rock and swing your hips. Maybe you had drank that mixer too quickly and maybe you were a little drunk off the energy of the crowd, but it felt good and you were not complaining. Screw your coworkers. They would just gossip about you anyway, they gossiped about each other all the time after all.
Working your way through a few loud songs, you were panting. The bar was tightly packed and the heat of all the bodies moving around you had you melting. Again, you found that you had waded back over to the bar. Seeing your flushed face, Grillby put together another drink for you, nice and cold. You chose to stay at the bar, brushing your disheveled hair out of your face with a grin.
“You know, I wasn't going to come out tonight,” you confessed to him, the alcohol making you more eager to socialize. “But y'know...fuck it, right? I can have a good time by myself.”
It was what you had been telling yourself the whole time. The words came tumbling out of you, but for some reason they rang false. You had caught sight of friends and couples dancing together during the songs and it had made your stomach twist. How did you look out there, dancing all alone with an empty cup in your hand? You could not even dance that well. The pathetic feeling was threatening to overtake you so you began to talk through it with Grillby.
He only watched you as you rambled on about how stressful work had been and how nerve-wracking it was to make friends who you knew would step on you if it got them a promotion. Soon you had paid for a third and fourth mixer. You barely even registered how fast the cups were filling up and emptying out, too engrossed in your story telling. You even told Grillby about how you were having trouble finding someone to go out with since you did not have a lot of free time.
“It would have been great to have brought a date out here. I wouldn't be sitting here wasting your time. It would be nice to just kiss somebody, y'know? I haven't...I haven't been kissed in forever,” you slurred. A glass of water had been set in front of you and you nursed it, suddenly shy. “You, uh...wouldn't happen to know anybody who's single and low maintenance, do you?”
To your surprise, Grillby motioned to the chair beside yours. Someone had sat down without you even noticing. You spluttered on your drink when you recognized the grinning skeleton who was eyeing you.
“O-Oh! Hi, Sans!” you choked. He was a regular at the bar, too, but it was not often you saw him doing anything besides eating lunch or slurping down some ketchup. In his hand was a very tomato-y looking Bloody Mary.
“Hey, pal. Happy Halloween.” Sans raised his glass for you to tap yours against. “Didn't snag a date for the party?”
You wished you could sink into the floor. He was so popular around town, everyone inexplicably knew his name, and you had never gotten the courage to speak to him because of it. There he was, having overheard your whining, watching you with the small lights that were his pupils. What on earth were you going to say to him? Well, you needed to say something because he was still looking at you. Clearing your throat, you drew your attention to the cup in you hand, unable to look at him.
“No, but that's okay...Um, what's your costume?” you deflected quickly. You heard Sans shift and out of the corner of your eye you saw that he opened his jacket up to reveal his t-shirt. Scrawled messily in red marker on his chest was the word “skeleton”.
“Pretty spooky, huh?” You could only snort in response. Sans looked you up and down, checking out your outfit. “And you're a magician. Very nice.”
“Th-Thank you!” came your articulate response. “I just...bought the costume at the store.”
Sans chuckled at that, downing the rest of his drink.
“You come in here all the time, pal, and I don't think I've ever seen you by yourself. Your friends bail on you?”
“Yeah...b-but I'm having a good time by myself!” you insisted. His eyes went to the empty glass of booze beside you and back to your face with doubt in his eyes. You deflated slightly, but he kept on smiling at you.
“I saw you dancing earlier. You really know how to boogie.”
You giggled, mostly out of embarrassment more than anything. The thought of him watching you attempt to dance was mortifying, even with the drinks clouding your thoughts.
“I'm...I'm really bad at it.”
“Oh, yeah?” He stood suddenly, making you jump. His hand was reaching out for you. “Wand to dance with me then? I guarantee I'm worse than you, pal.”
Your heart flew up into your throat as you looked over at Grillby in your surprise. He gave you a thumbs up. Abandoning your water at the bar, you nodded and wordlessly took Sans's hand as he led you back into the throngs of people. Some of them looked at you and you did not know why. Was it because Sans was still holding tightly onto your hand? You decided to keep your eyes on him to save yourself from any embarrassment.
Despite being a literal skeleton, his grip was firm and strong. His bones felt warm in your hand. He was definitely alive in there. Sans was short, but he was big, something that the width of his shoulders gave away. You tried to not giggle as the first thought that came to mind was him being “big-boned”, instead letting your eyes wander to the back of his skull. At the base of it were thick pieces of vertebrae. You found yourself wondering what he would look like without his jacket filling him out.
With your eyes so focused on Sans, you barely noticed that he had taken you to the opposite side of the bar. It was darker there and the people were more focused on their partners than they were on the music. You blushed as you saw a couple making out quite passionately in the corner. Sans turned quickly and released your hand.
“Less crowded over here,” he said, answering your unspoken question. He swayed gently to the music to your surprise as he coaxed you closer to him. “It's Halloween, let's get your spirits up.”
A nervous bark of laughter spilled out of you as you began to dance. Maybe the drinks had gone to your head, maybe you drank them too fast, but you loosened up considerably as the songs progressed. Sans was not so much a dancer as he was an enthused mover, leaning this way and that. He seemed more than happy to let you dance against him though. Hands pressed to his chest, you could feel his ribcage rising and falling as he breathed, sending a shiver through you that you could not really understand.
There was a thrill in being close to someone you found attractive and you were quickly finding Sans to be just that. Over the music, he was cracking jokes and talking to you, making you feel good. He was easy to open up to and you found yourself getting closer and closer to him as you spoke. No wonder he was popular in town. Your drink-imbued boldness took hold of you and you slid your hands up his chest to rest your hands on his shoulders under his jacket. His grin widened at that and he took no time at all wrapping his arms around your waist.
Despite being a skeleton, he was warm and heavy feeling. He practically enveloped you as you danced and your heart fluttered feeling his breath on your cheek. He felt good against you. Sans had definitely improved your mood and you were feeling very light talking to him. You could not resist a funny, sweet guy like him. When he pulled away, you lamented the lost heat. Pressing back against him, you dragged a finger down his neck. In your drunken haze, you could not control yourself.
“Hey, do you want to get out of here?” you purred. Sans's eyes widened in shock. “We can head back to my place and, uh…do a little dancing there, too.”
“Uh...sure, pal.”
It took less work to make it to the door as the people in the bar had dispersed considerably. You could not care less how late it had gotten, you were going home with somebody. You gave Grillby two thumbs up on the way out of the door as Sans turned bright blue beside you. The cold night air stung your face and you shivered, a definite change from the heat of the bar. Your cheap costume offered you no warmth against the chill of the evening and you pressed closer to Sans's side. He wrapped a supportive arm around you to keep you steady. After some stammered directions and stumbling steps, the two of you made it back to your place. As you fumbled with the keys, you heard Sans clear his throat beside you.
“Well...I hope you had a, uh...frighteningly good time tonight,” he said softly. You turned as you opened the door to tug him inside, but he resisted. “I just wanted to make sure you made it home okay. You're...kind of a light-weight, huh?”
“C'mon, Sans, I'm freezing out here! Let's get all nice and warm inside!” you giggled, but you tapered off, watching his expression as he rubbed the back of his skull.
“I...don't think that's a good idea.”
Of course. He was rejecting you. How did you expect anything less? You had danced and talked, but he was not into you. In the end, he was a nice guy and you were a lonely drunk. Your emotions bubbled up and he jumped when he heard you choke back a sob. Confused, Sans could only pat your shoulder as you babbled.
“A-A-Am I not...hot enough?” you stammered. That must have been it. Sans knew everyone in town, he was not about to settle for a pathetic human he danced with a little at a party.
“No, you're boo-tiful-”
The pun only made you more emotional. He was so cute and endearing and you were not his type. You barely noticed that he had taken you inside and sat you down at your couch. Carefully, he removed your top hat and set it down on the coffee table as you continued to talk down about yourself. You were always an emotional drunk. Sans whispered denials and reassurances, but to no avail. His hands gently laid you down on the cushions, but you snagged his wrist.
“You...You really aren't going to stay?” you questioned weakly. Sans smiled warmly at you, but wiggled free from your grip regardless. He pressed his teeth to your forehead in what you supposed was a kiss as he shook his head.
“I just don't feel good about spending the night with someone who's had one too many,” he explained. “I don’t want to feel like I’m taking advantage of you when you are, uh, less than steady right now.”
“Oh...” you whispered, curling up on yourself. Sans watched you for a moment before piping up again.
“I'll, uh…I’ll be back to check on you in the morning though, so rest up, okay?”
The words made your heart soar and you nodded excitedly. He pulled a marker out of his pocket and scrawled his number onto your hand. “Give me a call if you're not feeling great before then. See ya.”
With that, he was gone. You sat up with a start, trying to see where he had gone off to, but it seemed as though he had vanished in thin air. He was a monster after all, he probably used his magic, but it was still startling. You laid back down, staring at the number on your palm. He had signed his name. He was going to be back in the morning.
You clenched your fist and dozed off, eased to sleep with that thought in your mind and the buzz still going through your veins.
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What the hell had you done last night? The bright red numbers on your hand were the first thing that you had seen when you woke up and it shocked you awake. You remembered very vividly drinking too much and talking too much and dancing with Sans. Oh god, it was his number on your palm. You had invited him back to your house for a one night stand and you had bawled like a fucking idiot when he, responsibly, declined your drunken offer. The pounding in your head only worsened at the sound of the pounding at the door-
The door. It was morning. He had said he was going to see you in the morning.
In a frantic rush, you hopped up to your feet and ran to answer the door. Sans was there on your door step, mid-knock with his hand raised. He jumped back when he saw you. Glancing at your hallway mirror, you could see that your hair was an absolute train wreck and your makeup was smeared all to hell.
“Rough night, pal?” he offered up, waltzing into your house. You shut the door and rushed past him to the bathroom, turning the faucet in the sink on to full blast.
“This is so mortifying!” you yelped. To your relief, he seemed to have decided to stick around in the living room while you washed up. You were still wearing your costume, but it was wrinkled and now damp from washing your face so messily. “Oh...Oh god, I'm a mess.”
“Apart from the initial, uh, surprise...you still look pretty good,” Sans called.
You appreciated him refraining from any puns when you were so clearly distraught. Pressing a towel to your face, you looked up into the mirror to see your tired eyes watching you back. You desperately needed a pep talk. As you pulled fresh clothes out of the drier, a simple t-shirt and pajama shorts, you tried to psyche yourself up. The cute guy you were dancing with last night had returned and had not run away when you answered the door looking absolutely ghoulish. Now, he was on your couch, waiting for you to come back. You needed to go out there and recapture some of that courage you had last night. That was easier said than done when you finally wandered back out and he looked up at you. He patted the seat on the couch beside him and you reluctantly headed over.
“I'm...You're...Wow, I am so sorry about last night,” you apologized lamely, flopping down onto the couch. “I was all over you and too drunk and you had to babysit me for awhile-”
“Hey, it was fun,” Sans interrupted you. “I’m a lazy guy, honestly, the worst if you ask my brother. If I did anything to help out, it’s because I, uh, really wanted to, pal.”
“I’m still sorry you went out of your way to spend time with me. I said a lot of really pathetic stuff last night,” you said, putting your hands to your face. “I’m absolutely shocked you’re here right now.”
A soft brush at your arm made you jump before you felt his hand pull yours away from you face. Looking at him, you could see that his grin was warm. Sans’s thumb brushed over your palm, making you flush.
“I'm not sorry about a thing. Like I said, I see you all the time at the bar with your friends, just never got the courage to go over and talk to you. It’s, uh…kind of intimidating singling out one person in a group.”
“You were nervous to talk to me?” you barked out in surprise. “I’m just…well, I’m just one person in a group, like you said.”
“You weren’t last night. You danced all by yourself out there, top hat and all. You were gorgeous then just like you’re gorgeous every time I see you at the bar.”
The words seemed to take him as much by surprise as they did you. You did not know what to say to that. All the time you were admiring him, you had not paused to think over the possibility that he had admired you back. You licked your suddenly dry lips as you stared down at the floor.
“Th-Thank you…” you stammered. “I…have no idea what to say now.”
“Neither do I,” he admitted.
“…If you want to keep giving me compliments, go right ahead.”
This earned a soft chuckle from Sans, causing you to look up at him. You had not noticed, but he was wearing the same jacket from the night before. It looked good on him. Your throat went dry when he leaned closer to you.
“Of course, pal. There is...uh, one thing I wanted to ask you first though.”
You blushed darkly under the sudden intensity of his gaze. His fingers curled around your hand a little tighter, pulling you closer to him. Sans suddenly looked very sheepish, not at all suave like you had imagined last night he would be.
“You, uh...made an offer to me last night. Is that still on the table?”
The question came fast and hushed, but you had heard it all the same. Offer? The offer to continue your little “dance” in the privacy of your home? He wanted to sleep with you? You were absolutely dumbfounded, so much so, that he shifted nervously in his seat.
“If it was just, uh, the drinks talking, I totally understand. No pressure from me, pal. You don't owe me-”
You cut him off by firmly planting your hand on his crotch. He jumped, dark blue flooding his cheekbones, as his eyes darted between your hand and your face. With a shuddering breath, you leaned in to whisper to him.
“Is that a wand in your pocket...or are you just happy to see me?”
There was a beat of silence before he burst out laughing, a deep and loud belly laugh. Your immediate panic was overrun as he leaned in to bite at your neck, holding your hand firmly in place over the front of his pants.
“The joke only works if I'm the magician. You were the one with the cape, pal,” he chuckled against your skin. The warmth of his breath, that should not even exist, sent a shiver down you as you clutched at him.
“Oh,” was all you could muster out. And that was that.
His teeth bit down even more firmly onto your neck, so much so that you were sure that there would be a bruise later in the day. With the eagerness of his motions, you could not bring yourself to care. Sans was practically pawing at you, his hands rough and clumsy. Was he inexperienced with this sort of thing? The idea of showing him a good time only served to stir you even more.
Gently, your hands found his and stilled them against your waist. His pupils shifted from your hands to your body and then to your face. Before he could say anything, an apology for his stumbling no doubt, you leaned forward and pressed your lips to his mouth. A warm kiss, the very thing you had been lamenting the loss of last night to Grillby. Now you were relishing in it, even if it was not a kiss in the “traditional” sense. Lips to teeth, no matter the way it probably looked, a kiss was a kiss to you and Sans was certainly not complaining. His fingers twitched, begging to explore your body some more, but you squeezed at them.
“Slowly,” you whispered against his mouth. He shuddered at that, making you grin impishly in response.
You wanted to feel important, like he was as in as much awe of you as you were of him, that it was not just hormones driving you to the precipice of no return. He had pined for you, danced with you, and laughed with you. The conversation had flowed so easily that you craved more of his attention. Sans had even taken care of you, as embarrassing as that was to think about. You were determined to make this more than just a bedroom thing, but, for right now, you were reveling in it.
Again, you felt the movement of his fingers, but he had listened to you. You sighed happily at the feeling of him pressing at you, kneading at your body and learning about you with his fingertips. Gently, his fingers snuck under your shirt to squeeze at your stomach. Sans toyed at your waistband, leaning down to nibble at your neck yet again. This time, however, you felt the slick warmth of something slide over your skin. Glancing down, you saw a bright blue tongue squirming out from between his teeth to lap at the nape of your neck. If he had not also slid his fingers down your pants to toy with you, you might have been surprised. Instead, you found yourself moaning at the sensation.
Sans teased you like that for a little while, biting and licking and touching and stroking, undoing you completely. He had even managed to find a way to get you onto your back on the couch with him holding himself up over you. It took some ungraceful squirming, but the two of you managed to get the other’s clothes off, albeit while sharing a laugh or a touch in the process. Seeing him without his clothes did not compare to the image you had in your head.
He was, in fact, big-boned. His ribs were thick and close together, but also wide. His backbone was as thick as your arm. He was definitely a monster, even if he normally looked like a human skeleton wearing clothes. The creak of his ribs as he chuckled nervously drew you attention back up to his face. Had you been staring at him? The dark blue on Sans’s cheekbones seemed to say as much.
“Uh…you ever been with a monster before?” he asked, half-joking.
“You ever been with a human before?” came your coy response.
Whatever snarky reply either of you had for the other came to a halt as soon as you felt a nudge at your inner thigh. Bumping eagerly at your leg was a blue tendril. It looked like a cock and it even sprouted out from where one would normally rest on the pelvis, but it was slightly translucent, fading away at the base. It looks like it was hovering just above Sans’s bones. Heat seemed to be pulsing off of it and it glowed faintly. Gingerly, you reached down to stroke at it with your fingertips, causing him to shiver at the feather-light touch.
“No, I’ve never been with a monster before.”
A sigh of relief squeezed through his clenched teeth, a breath that he quickly sucked back in as you grasped at him more firmly. It did not feel like flesh in your hands, but it was not unpleasant at all. It was soft and pliable, but had a firmness to it that made you think of a dildo of all things. Whatever it was made of, it was girthy and heavy in your hand like a “normal” cock. Sans was completely melting at your touch so it was easy to coax him backwards so you were between his legs with the interesting appendage in your face. You were curious about the taste.
If Sans had been trying to keep his enthusiasm hushed, that had quickly gone out the window the moment your lips enveloped him. The groan that rumbled out of him was heavenly. His fingers went quickly to your hair, pushing at you to go deeper onto him, but without any real strength behind the movement. He was wordlessly begging for more, but he was going to let you go at your own pace if you wanted. Content to explore with your mouth, he just held onto you for dear life.
The cock tasted like nothing, but it was slowly becoming slick from more than just your saliva. It became a game of finding what Sans enjoyed. Sucking at his cock had him panting, bobbing further down his length made him impatiently buck his hips, and, when you flicked at the tip of it, another moan escaped him. When something warm and wet nudged at your entrance, it was your turn to moan.
Turning, you saw another tendril nudging at you, teasing at your opening, trying to work its way inside. The feeling was alien, but you were not complaining, especially when it finally stretched you open and wiggled inside of you. Mouth wide open with a cry of pleasure, you saw Sans’s smug smile. It was strained, no doubt from the tight sensation of you surround him, but it thrilled you. A newfound resolve hit you and you began to bob more enthusiastically on his dick, noisily slurping up his juices. If your eyes had been open, you would have seen the smug look on his face drop away immediately.
Leaning forward, he reached out to grab at your ass, spreading you open so he could work his way further into you. You felt the tentacle pumping in and out of you, swelling to stretch you out deliciously as you swallowed around Sans’s cock in front of you. Sans’s tongue lolled out of his mouth sloppily, extending down to slide over your shoulder as he fucked your mouth. It swirled its way to the front of your body and began to lap and flick at your nipple, making you groan, a sound that was muffled by his cock.
The sensations were amazing. You were being stretched and pulled and toyed with all at once. It was getting to be overwhelming for you. Your nerves were on fire. With a sudden pop, you pulled away from his cock to look up at him. Sans looked about as wrecked as you felt. His shirt was soaked with drool and you could swear there were beads of sweat dripping down his face. One of his eyes was squeezed shut in concentration, but when he saw you looking at him, he smiled as best he could around his blue tongue.
“I’m-I’m getting close!” you gasped. Sans’s cock wiggled its way back into your mouth, but he nodded at you all the same.
“Me, thoo.” He sounded ridiculous trying to talk with his mouth wide open, but you could not muster a laugh with how he was fucking you.
Sans was beginning to move more fervently inside of you, pushing his tentacles deeper and faster. Your knees were about to give out when you finally hit your peak. He let you pull off of his cock as you moaned and rode out your orgasm as he continued to work inside of you. With trembling hands, you tried to jerk him off, sucking at his dick and looking up at his face. You felt the warmth of him orgasming before you heard him, your mouth filling up with his cum. To your surprise, you could feel the other tentacle spurting cum into you as well.
For a moment, the both of you just shivered and weakly moved against the other, working through your climaxes as easily as you could. Each of you was relishing the feeling of sliding off the high. Soon, though, you felt the tendrils sliding out of either end of you, making you ache from the loss. The feeling of his cum running down your chin and legs was enticing, but you could not help but wonder what the stains would do to your couch.
There was a beat of silence as you both looked at each other, trying to process what had just happened. Wiping at your chin with the back of your hand, only succeeding in smearing the cum across your cheek, you grinned at him.
“Want to go get breakfast?” you offered. Sans’s pupils flickered, mimicking a blink of surprise, before he returned the smile.
“It’s the least I can do. After all, you certainly got my spirits up.”
Well, I’m using my fiance’s laptop for right now. My old laptop’s motherboard was completely fried and, since it’s already four years old, it would probably be best if we just got a new laptop altogether. Luckily my documents and photos were able to be backed up as there was no damage to the hard drive, but I no longer have SAI or my license number to get SAI again, so no new drawings for me until I can repurchase the software. However, I’ll be able to write comfortably again so please look forward to that.
Thank you for your patience and understanding. I was so worried I was going to lose everything and there was very little we could do with Thanksgiving eating up all our expenses. The ability to at least write again is wonderful and definitely something I’m thankful for. Hope your holidays have been treating you well if you’re celebrating any right now.
Hey so my laptop broke. I'm hoping to get it repaired tomorrow, but I haven't thought to make a post letting you guys know until now. There was an error within a critical file and I have no idea if I'll be able to recover anything...I've had that laptop for almost 4 years and there's SO MUCH history stored in that thing. I've had to give up so much as I moved or as exes kept my things. All I had was journal entries, documents, and, more importantly, photos on that computer. Please forgive my lateness, I've been a little frantic. Hope you understand.
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