hi here's paladin (aka the version of swap sans that joins the star sanses) and the reader from the fic im writing. comrades who are normal about each other. 😀👍 <- lying
i will be soooooo honest with you guys i dont know SHIIIIIIITTTT about the canon behind dream and nightmare sans and the star sanses in general so if something in my fic seems wildly uncanonical or inaccurate know that this is why. it's allllll coming from my fanon perception of them and my dome
Started my new fic finally. Chapters might be kind of short (around 1500 words). How it sounds like an interesting concept because I plan on finishing this one ^^
author's note: THIS IS SO FUKCING STUPID AND SELF INDULGENT and also admittedly not my best work. i banged this out in a few days because i needed to practice getting back into writing and wanted to make something short with rusty <3
“c'monnn,” Rusty poked at your cheek with a phalange, trying to get you to look up from your phone to acknowledge him. You just batted his hand away lightly.
“Noooo,” you replied, giggling, then, more sternly, “no, Rus, I already told you, even I'm not really supposed to touch them.” Rusty dramatically groaned in response and rolled off his messy bed onto his equally messy floor.
When sweet silence filled the room once more, you finally looked up from the screen in your hand with a sort of dry amusement.
“You done?”
“sighhhh…i guess…” Papyrus relented, drawing circles into the fluffy carpet with his long finger bones mournfully. If a skeleton could stick out their bottom lip and pout, you were certain he'd be doing just that.
After a moment of peace, though, he was back at it again, placing a hand on your knee to try and keep your attention on him and off your screen for just a moment longer.
“what if i just touch them a little bit?”
You exhaled hard through your nose, trying to cover up your laugh at your friend's antics.
The topic of discussion: your new lip piercings and how badly Rusty wanted to prod at them. Why he wanted to do so so badly, you couldn't begin to pretend to understand.
Probably just because he's been told he shouldn't.
“Why do you even want to touch them anyways?” you finally decided to ask, voice slightly exasperated, “my lips are still bruised up AND they're crusty. It's kind of nasty, man.”
Rusty shrugged in return, an impish grin spreading across his face.
…Who were you kidding, it was definitely because he'd been told he shouldn't.
Now, it wasn't that you were exactly against letting Rusty touch your piercings, you just knew in the logical parts of your brain that it probably wasn't a smart, advisable idea. Your piercer had drilled into your head that you were supposed to keep them clean, and part of that was probably not allowing any curious skeletons to touch them.
But the other part of your brain, the part that realllyyyy liked the thought of the monster in front of you fawning over your new jewelry, had other plans.
“...Okay.”
Rusty sat up straight and looked up at you from his place on the floor with a growing grin on his skull. He looked like he had just been told that he had won the lottery.
“...really?”
“Really.”
“...you sure??”
“I'm sure.”
Rusty let out an excited little whoop before tossing his gangly arms around your waist and burying his head in your stomach.
“thank youuuuuuuuuuu!”
You patted the top of his skull gently, rolling your eyes good naturedly at his dramatics.
“Yeah, yeah. You're welcome, you weirdo.”
Rusty waggled his bonebrow at you as he maneuvered himself to re-take his place next to you on his bed.
“you love it!”
“I love you,” you corrected, making to flick the side of the skeleton’s head, only for his hand to reach up and catch yours before it could reach its destination.
“i love you too,” Rusty sing songed back, clutching your hand to his chest and pretending to swoon, “now sit still and let me finger you!”
You barked out a laugh, caught off guard by Papyrus' choice of words.
“Okay, okay!” you snorted, trying to recover from your initial surprise, turning more to fully face Rusty and crossing your legs on the bed in front of you. “Poke away! But please, be gentle!”
“i will, i will,” the skeleton assured while chuckling, reaching his hands up to cup your face. “...or will i?” You shot him a look that must have screamed “you fucking better” because the tenderness with which he cradled your jaw left you pleasantly surprised.
You could feel your cheeks heating up as the soft fabric of your buddy’s gloves and hard bone of his phalanges held you with an unexpected gentleness. A silence fell over the room as his eye lights flickered from one piercing to the other, taking in the sight of the silver metal against your skin.
“...Are you going to do it or are you just going to sit there and stare all day?” you asked after what felt like an eternity.
He squeezed your face a little, forcing your lips to pucker and effectively silencing you.
“‘m just admirin’,” he hummed, his tone uncharacteristically soft. Your lips twitched into a shy smile at that, unsure of how to respond.
After another minute or so of “admirin'”, he took his thumb and gently, gently ran it over one of the piercings decorating your bottom lip. When you looked up into his eye lights, you could see that they'd grown fuzzy around the edges. Funny. You'd never seen them do that before.
“cool,” he said absentmindedly, not really directing it at you. Your breath hitched in discomfort when he pressed down on the piercing a little, testing the give of it on your skin.
“Ow, Rus, remember? Fresh piercing?” The skeleton in front of you at least had the good sense to look mildly embarrassed, zygomatic bones coloring a rusty (haha) reddish-orange as his eyelight snapped back into focus.
“nyeh heh…right…m’sorry, dude.” He continued to run his thumb over the jewelry (though more carefully this time) before moving on to the center of your slightly cracked and swollen lips. He clicked his tongue sympathetically.
“does it hurt a lot?”
You would have shaken your head if it hadn't been cupped in his two hands but you settled for a little “eh” instead.
“It hurt a lot when the needles were going through and when they were putting the jewelry in but now it's mostly just sore.”
Rusty nodded at that, a far off look on his face. You knew that look. He was thinking about something.
Hard.
That could be dangerous.
“What.”
He snapped to attention and looked at you quizzically, still holding your face like one might cradle a baby bird that has fallen from its nest.
“what what?”
“What were you thinking about, bonehead? I could practically smell the smoke.”
He snorted at the ribbing (HA. Ribs.) and faced you with a lopsided smirk on his face.
Uh oh.
“can i kiss you?”
You looked up at him, more than a little shocked, not quite believing the words that had come out of his mouth.
“Run that one by me again?”
“to see how they feel,” he continued, as if it would explain the out of the blue question. You darted your eyes around the room in bewilderment, as if searching for someone to jump out from the closet and shout at you that you'd just been crazy epically pranked or some shit.
Papyrus. Wanted to kiss you??
“...Why would you want to do that?” You managed to reply, voice coming out more taken aback than you meant for it to.
Almost immediately, Rusty let go of your face, like the heat rising to your cheeks had literally burned him.
He let out a nervous laugh and scratched at the back of his neck. The lopsided smirk dropped from his skull, replaced by a shy, barely there smile that didn't quite reach his eyes, like he realized maybe his request was pushing it too far.
“i dunno. sorry. just curious.”
You frowned at his response. It felt odd hearing your normally talkative friend fall back into his old, shortened speech patterns from when you'd first met.
“Nah, man, don't be sorry, I just,” you struggled to find the words in your flustered state, “I guess I just wasn't expecting it is all.” Rusty leaned back on his hands, putting some distance between the two of you, almost as if he was scared of making you uncomfortable with his close proximity.
“we don't, like, have to,” he shrugged, trying to play his question off.
This fuckin guy.
“I know,” you replied, biting the inside of your cheek in thought, “But we could?”
Papyrus raised a bone brow at you, sharply inhaling (could skeletons inhale?) through his nose in surprise.
“...yeah?” he asked, tilting his head at you hopefully.
“Yeah. Yeah, I think I'd be, uh, cool with that.”
“...ya just seem real nice and soft and warm and-” you put a hand up to cut his rambling off before you could start to get second hand embarrassed from him saying too much.
“Relax, dude, I already said you could. You don't have to convince me.”
“and you're really sure. like you're actually -”
“I'm actually sure that I want you to kiss me, Papyrus.”
He rocked back and forth a bit to work out his nerves, that dopey grin you are more accustomed to slowly returning to his skull. The corners of his eye sockets crinkled up in a way that only a skeleton monster's magical bones could.
“...okay, so like, do i just do it?”
Oh my God.
“Oh my God.”
“right, right, well, uh, okay! pucker up, buttercup!” He cringed at his own phrasing as soon as the words left his mouth, causing you to break into giggles at his ‘just drank spoiled milk’ expression.
He apparently decided to silence your mocking laughter by pressing his teeth to your lips in one quick, slightly rough action. His bones clicked slightly against your piercings and a little zap of magic that felt like static electricity rushed along your bruised lips.
You inhaled sharply through your nose, predictable pain from your fresh piercings shooting up into the rest of your face at Rusty's actions. You nearly pulled back, ready to end the kiss early, when you felt something warm and wet glide soothingly over your lips as if in apology.
His fucking tongue.
More sparks of magic ran through your face as the soft muscle ran over the metal of your jewelry, toying with the balls that sat flushed with your skin.
Weirdo.
Whatever. It's not like it felt bad. You just hadn't expected tongue. Like, you knew he had one, he had this habit of sticking it out when he was really concentrating on something, but you hadn't expected the feeling of it. Warm and wet and absolutely buzzing with magical intent.
…Not that you could super clearly understand intent (though with Papyrus’ help, you were starting to get better at it), but with it in direct contact with you, you could get a pretty good idea of what was meant by the action.
Soothing/comfort/care.
Aw.
The sharp pain in your lips slowly started to become nothing more than a dull ache as Rusty continued to kiss you. Ah what the hell. You were already smoochin’ your best friend, might as well make it a full on make out sesh.
You parted your lips slightly to allow him entrance which he accepted gratefully, a pleased rumble starting in his chest at the invitation.
Oh man, that was a good sound.
You could feel your breathing start to get heavier and a warmth begin to form deep in your stomach the longer the two of you went at it.
One of his hands dropped from your cheek to rest on your waist, running his thumb along the sliver of exposed skin between the waistband of your jeans and where your t-shirt hem rode up your hip. Your breath caught in your throat at the cool sensation of bones on warm skin and you absent-mindedly let out a surprised little hum.
You heard him huff a little laugh out of his nose and continue his hand’s path up your shirt to run soothingly along your spine. You shuddered at the action, arching your back instinctively to bring your body closer to his. You fleetingly wondered how it would feel to touch his spine. Was he doing it to you because he knew it was what felt good on him? Would he mind if you-
Then the fucker tugged at your piercing with his teeth.
A sharp pain radiated from your lips and you let out a squeal, slapping at him with your hands. The fucking shithead!
Soothing/comfort/care YOUR ASS.
He pulled off of you and let out peels of laughter at your indignant expression.
“y’should- oh fuck!! y'should’ve heard the sound ya made!” he chortled, only slightly phased by the miffed punch you landed on his arm.
“You're such a fucking dick!” You grinded out from between your teeth, covering your mouth to shield it from further attacks. Your heart pounded in your chest.
…And surprisingly, somewhere else too.
His little stunt hurt like a bitch…but…you…well…
“aw c’mon, darlin’, i was just havin’ a little fun,” he cooed placatingly, tossing an arm around your shoulder and pulling you close enough into his side that you could feel the slight hum of his soul through his rib cage.
Oh god. You thought it was kind of hot didn’t you.
“Well you're cut off,” you huffed, more than flustered. You crossed your arms and stood up, moving away from the bed,“that's enough fun for one day.”
You liked it! You liked it when he bit your fucking piercing!
The skeleton looked up at you from his spot on the bed, expression shifting to one of remorse. He whined out your name and reached for you pathetically.
“whhhaaaattttttt? but we were just getting started!”
“And after that move, you're finished, Papyrus!” The skeleton opened his mouth as if to say something, changed his mind, closed it, then opened it again.
“...look, sugar, ‘m real sorry-”
“They’re fresh piercings, Rusty-”
“-i didn’t mean to kill the mood-”
“-and that really hurt-”
“-i was just messing around, didn’t mean to-”
“-you’ve gotta wait until they’re healed before you try that again!”
“-cause ya any pai- what?” The skeleton stopped and stared at you for a moment, processing what you’d just said.
“...I’m smelling smoke again.”
Ignoring your teasing words, he shook his skull as if to dislodge something from his nonexistent ears before giving you a bewildered sort of look.
“...again?”
“What?”
“you said you wanna try that again?” You shifted from one foot to the other at his request for clarification and looked down at the now suddenly interesting carpet.
Aw man, maybe you should have kept that to yourself.
“...I mean, yeah, when they’re fully healed and all. Otherwise they might reject and that would really suck to have to deal with and-”
He was just messing around with you and you had to make it weird, way to go.
You cut yourself off and shrugged at him, face hot and throat dry.
God you were just digging yourself into a deeper hole, weren’t you?
“...cool.”
You paused in your worrying to glance up at Rusty and noticed immediately that his cheek bones were deeply tinted with a soft, russet glow.
Oh.
Oh.
It suddenly dawned on you that maybe, just maybe, he hadn’t been merely messing around and was instead, quite possibly, I dunno, just as into biting your piercings as you were into having them bitten? Wow, you were learning something new about yourself and about your good pal, Papyrus. Strengthening your unbreakable bonds of friendship and what not one make out sesh at a time.
“Cool?”
“yeah,” he let out a little laugh and shot a dorky smile your way, “i can, uh, wait until they’re healed or whatever.”
You let out a relieved little breath and returned his grin with one of your own.
author's note: THIS IS SO FUKCING STUPID AND SELF INDULGENT and also admittedly not my best work. i banged this out in a few days because i needed to practice getting back into writing and wanted to make something short with rusty <3
“c'monnn,” Rusty poked at your cheek with a phalange, trying to get you to look up from your phone to acknowledge him. You just batted his hand away lightly.
“Noooo,” you replied, giggling, then, more sternly, “no, Rus, I already told you, even I'm not really supposed to touch them.” Rusty dramatically groaned in response and rolled off his messy bed onto his equally messy floor.
When sweet silence filled the room once more, you finally looked up from the screen in your hand with a sort of dry amusement.
“You done?”
“sighhhh…i guess…” Papyrus relented, drawing circles into the fluffy carpet with his long finger bones mournfully. If a skeleton could stick out their bottom lip and pout, you were certain he'd be doing just that.
After a moment of peace, though, he was back at it again, placing a hand on your knee to try and keep your attention on him and off your screen for just a moment longer.
“what if i just touch them a little bit?”
You exhaled hard through your nose, trying to cover up your laugh at your friend's antics.
The topic of discussion: your new lip piercings and how badly Rusty wanted to prod at them. Why he wanted to do so so badly, you couldn't begin to pretend to understand.
Probably just because he's been told he shouldn't.
“Why do you even want to touch them anyways?” you finally decided to ask, voice slightly exasperated, “my lips are still bruised up AND they're crusty. It's kind of nasty, man.”
Rusty shrugged in return, an impish grin spreading across his face.
…Who were you kidding, it was definitely because he'd been told he shouldn't.
Now, it wasn't that you were exactly against letting Rusty touch your piercings, you just knew in the logical parts of your brain that it probably wasn't a smart, advisable idea. Your piercer had drilled into your head that you were supposed to keep them clean, and part of that was probably not allowing any curious skeletons to touch them.
But the other part of your brain, the part that realllyyyy liked the thought of the monster in front of you fawning over your new jewelry, had other plans.
“...Okay.”
Rusty sat up straight and looked up at you from his place on the floor with a growing grin on his skull. He looked like he had just been told that he had won the lottery.
“...really?”
“Really.”
“...you sure??”
“I'm sure.”
Rusty let out an excited little whoop before tossing his gangly arms around your waist and burying his head in your stomach.
“thank youuuuuuuuuuu!”
You patted the top of his skull gently, rolling your eyes good naturedly at his dramatics.
“Yeah, yeah. You're welcome, you weirdo.”
Rusty waggled his bonebrow at you as he maneuvered himself to re-take his place next to you on his bed.
“you love it!”
“I love you,” you corrected, making to flick the side of the skeleton’s head, only for his hand to reach up and catch yours before it could reach its destination.
“i love you too,” Rusty sing songed back, clutching your hand to his chest and pretending to swoon, “now sit still and let me finger you!”
You barked out a laugh, caught off guard by Papyrus' choice of words.
“Okay, okay!” you snorted, trying to recover from your initial surprise, turning more to fully face Rusty and crossing your legs on the bed in front of you. “Poke away! But please, be gentle!”
“i will, i will,” the skeleton assured while chuckling, reaching his hands up to cup your face. “...or will i?” You shot him a look that must have screamed “you fucking better” because the tenderness with which he cradled your jaw left you pleasantly surprised.
You could feel your cheeks heating up as the soft fabric of your buddy’s gloves and hard bone of his phalanges held you with an unexpected gentleness. A silence fell over the room as his eye lights flickered from one piercing to the other, taking in the sight of the silver metal against your skin.
“...Are you going to do it or are you just going to sit there and stare all day?” you asked after what felt like an eternity.
He squeezed your face a little, forcing your lips to pucker and effectively silencing you.
“‘m just admirin’,” he hummed, his tone uncharacteristically soft. Your lips twitched into a shy smile at that, unsure of how to respond.
After another minute or so of “admirin'”, he took his thumb and gently, gently ran it over one of the piercings decorating your bottom lip. When you looked up into his eye lights, you could see that they'd grown fuzzy around the edges. Funny. You'd never seen them do that before.
“cool,” he said absentmindedly, not really directing it at you. Your breath hitched in discomfort when he pressed down on the piercing a little, testing the give of it on your skin.
“Ow, Rus, remember? Fresh piercing?” The skeleton in front of you at least had the good sense to look mildly embarrassed, zygomatic bones coloring a rusty (haha) reddish-orange as his eyelight snapped back into focus.
“nyeh heh…right…m’sorry, dude.” He continued to run his thumb over the jewelry (though more carefully this time) before moving on to the center of your slightly cracked and swollen lips. He clicked his tongue sympathetically.
“does it hurt a lot?”
You would have shaken your head if it hadn't been cupped in his two hands but you settled for a little “eh” instead.
“It hurt a lot when the needles were going through and when they were putting the jewelry in but now it's mostly just sore.”
Rusty nodded at that, a far off look on his face. You knew that look. He was thinking about something.
Hard.
That could be dangerous.
“What.”
He snapped to attention and looked at you quizzically, still holding your face like one might cradle a baby bird that has fallen from its nest.
“what what?”
“What were you thinking about, bonehead? I could practically smell the smoke.”
He snorted at the ribbing (HA. Ribs.) and faced you with a lopsided smirk on his face.
Uh oh.
“can i kiss you?”
You looked up at him, more than a little shocked, not quite believing the words that had come out of his mouth.
“Run that one by me again?”
“to see how they feel,” he continued, as if it would explain the out of the blue question. You darted your eyes around the room in bewilderment, as if searching for someone to jump out from the closet and shout at you that you'd just been crazy epically pranked or some shit.
Papyrus. Wanted to kiss you??
“...Why would you want to do that?” You managed to reply, voice coming out more taken aback than you meant for it to.
Almost immediately, Rusty let go of your face, like the heat rising to your cheeks had literally burned him.
He let out a nervous laugh and scratched at the back of his neck. The lopsided smirk dropped from his skull, replaced by a shy, barely there smile that didn't quite reach his eyes, like he realized maybe his request was pushing it too far.
“i dunno. sorry. just curious.”
You frowned at his response. It felt odd hearing your normally talkative friend fall back into his old, shortened speech patterns from when you'd first met.
“Nah, man, don't be sorry, I just,” you struggled to find the words in your flustered state, “I guess I just wasn't expecting it is all.” Rusty leaned back on his hands, putting some distance between the two of you, almost as if he was scared of making you uncomfortable with his close proximity.
“we don't, like, have to,” he shrugged, trying to play his question off.
This fuckin guy.
“I know,” you replied, biting the inside of your cheek in thought, “But we could?”
Papyrus raised a bone brow at you, sharply inhaling (could skeletons inhale?) through his nose in surprise.
“...yeah?” he asked, tilting his head at you hopefully.
“Yeah. Yeah, I think I'd be, uh, cool with that.”
“...ya just seem real nice and soft and warm and-” you put a hand up to cut his rambling off before you could start to get second hand embarrassed from him saying too much.
“Relax, dude, I already said you could. You don't have to convince me.”
“and you're really sure. like you're actually -”
“I'm actually sure that I want you to kiss me, Papyrus.”
He rocked back and forth a bit to work out his nerves, that dopey grin you are more accustomed to slowly returning to his skull. The corners of his eye sockets crinkled up in a way that only a skeleton monster's magical bones could.
“...okay, so like, do i just do it?”
Oh my God.
“Oh my God.”
“right, right, well, uh, okay! pucker up, buttercup!” He cringed at his own phrasing as soon as the words left his mouth, causing you to break into giggles at his ‘just drank spoiled milk’ expression.
He apparently decided to silence your mocking laughter by pressing his teeth to your lips in one quick, slightly rough action. His bones clicked slightly against your piercings and a little zap of magic that felt like static electricity rushed along your bruised lips.
You inhaled sharply through your nose, predictable pain from your fresh piercings shooting up into the rest of your face at Rusty's actions. You nearly pulled back, ready to end the kiss early, when you felt something warm and wet glide soothingly over your lips as if in apology.
His fucking tongue.
More sparks of magic ran through your face as the soft muscle ran over the metal of your jewelry, toying with the balls that sat flushed with your skin.
Weirdo.
Whatever. It's not like it felt bad. You just hadn't expected tongue. Like, you knew he had one, he had this habit of sticking it out when he was really concentrating on something, but you hadn't expected the feeling of it. Warm and wet and absolutely buzzing with magical intent.
…Not that you could super clearly understand intent (though with Papyrus’ help, you were starting to get better at it), but with it in direct contact with you, you could get a pretty good idea of what was meant by the action.
Soothing/comfort/care.
Aw.
The sharp pain in your lips slowly started to become nothing more than a dull ache as Rusty continued to kiss you. Ah what the hell. You were already smoochin’ your best friend, might as well make it a full on make out sesh.
You parted your lips slightly to allow him entrance which he accepted gratefully, a pleased rumble starting in his chest at the invitation.
Oh man, that was a good sound.
You could feel your breathing start to get heavier and a warmth begin to form deep in your stomach the longer the two of you went at it.
One of his hands dropped from your cheek to rest on your waist, running his thumb along the sliver of exposed skin between the waistband of your jeans and where your t-shirt hem rode up your hip. Your breath caught in your throat at the cool sensation of bones on warm skin and you absent-mindedly let out a surprised little hum.
You heard him huff a little laugh out of his nose and continue his hand’s path up your shirt to run soothingly along your spine. You shuddered at the action, arching your back instinctively to bring your body closer to his. You fleetingly wondered how it would feel to touch his spine. Was he doing it to you because he knew it was what felt good on him? Would he mind if you-
Then the fucker tugged at your piercing with his teeth.
A sharp pain radiated from your lips and you let out a squeal, slapping at him with your hands. The fucking shithead!
Soothing/comfort/care YOUR ASS.
He pulled off of you and let out peels of laughter at your indignant expression.
“y’should- oh fuck!! y'should’ve heard the sound ya made!” he chortled, only slightly phased by the miffed punch you landed on his arm.
“You're such a fucking dick!” You grinded out from between your teeth, covering your mouth to shield it from further attacks. Your heart pounded in your chest.
…And surprisingly, somewhere else too.
His little stunt hurt like a bitch…but…you…well…
“aw c’mon, darlin’, i was just havin’ a little fun,” he cooed placatingly, tossing an arm around your shoulder and pulling you close enough into his side that you could feel the slight hum of his soul through his rib cage.
Oh god. You thought it was kind of hot didn’t you.
“Well you're cut off,” you huffed, more than flustered. You crossed your arms and stood up, moving away from the bed,“that's enough fun for one day.”
You liked it! You liked it when he bit your fucking piercing!
The skeleton looked up at you from his spot on the bed, expression shifting to one of remorse. He whined out your name and reached for you pathetically.
“whhhaaaattttttt? but we were just getting started!”
“And after that move, you're finished, Papyrus!” The skeleton opened his mouth as if to say something, changed his mind, closed it, then opened it again.
“...look, sugar, ‘m real sorry-”
“They’re fresh piercings, Rusty-”
“-i didn’t mean to kill the mood-”
“-and that really hurt-”
“-i was just messing around, didn’t mean to-”
“-you’ve gotta wait until they’re healed before you try that again!”
“-cause ya any pai- what?” The skeleton stopped and stared at you for a moment, processing what you’d just said.
“...I’m smelling smoke again.”
Ignoring your teasing words, he shook his skull as if to dislodge something from his nonexistent ears before giving you a bewildered sort of look.
“...again?”
“What?”
“you said you wanna try that again?” You shifted from one foot to the other at his request for clarification and looked down at the now suddenly interesting carpet.
Aw man, maybe you should have kept that to yourself.
“...I mean, yeah, when they’re fully healed and all. Otherwise they might reject and that would really suck to have to deal with and-”
He was just messing around with you and you had to make it weird, way to go.
You cut yourself off and shrugged at him, face hot and throat dry.
God you were just digging yourself into a deeper hole, weren’t you?
“...cool.”
You paused in your worrying to glance up at Rusty and noticed immediately that his cheek bones were deeply tinted with a soft, russet glow.
Oh.
Oh.
It suddenly dawned on you that maybe, just maybe, he hadn’t been merely messing around and was instead, quite possibly, I dunno, just as into biting your piercings as you were into having them bitten? Wow, you were learning something new about yourself and about your good pal, Papyrus. Strengthening your unbreakable bonds of friendship and what not one make out sesh at a time.
“Cool?”
“yeah,” he let out a little laugh and shot a dorky smile your way, “i can, uh, wait until they’re healed or whatever.”
You let out a relieved little breath and returned his grin with one of your own.
just finished the one shot!! it needs another read over in the morning but im planning on posting it both on here and on AO3 at some point tomorrow!! goodnight wonderful world! 🌍
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