Can we get lust sans x rea-
*gets shot*
He said dust sans. Can we have dust sans x reader please.
(the top rq is a joke btw. I was making a pun on how similar they sound. The actual rq is dust sans x reader ty)
Due to his past, it would be assumed that Dust didn't care for affection—which that wasn't necessarily false.
He didn't care for affection because he believed that nobody ever would want to show him love, especially after everything he did and was currently doing now. Nobody sane would want to show affection to a murderer, so why even bother with love if it wasn't "level of violence"?
But then you came along with your unbothered attitude, and instead of focusing on what he does, you focused on just him.
Suddenly, that lack of care he had for affection would vanish.
Whenever he'd get the chance, he'd embrace you. It didn't matter if you were facing him or if your back was turned, for he'd wrap his arms around you and keep you there for as long as you'll let him.
His hold wouldn't exactly be gentle—the skeleton would be squeezing you until you questioned why he was holding you so tight. The only answer he would give you is a shrug, for he wouldn't bother explaining that he holds you tight out of paranoia.
He constantly fears that you'll get taken away from him, so whenever you're together, you wouldn't have any personal space unless you're in public or there are other people around.
When it's just you two? He's glued to your side. He's grabbing your hand, hugging you, or dragging you to an area where he can lay next you and put his head on your chest.
Whenever you decide to slip your hand under his hood so you can rest your palm against his skull, make sure you have no plans for the rest of the day because he will not let you leave. You'll be stuck with him until he falls asleep, but even then, he's a light sleeper, so the slightest movements you make will likely wake him up.
If you try to reason with him—for example, saying he has something to do—he'll make up excuses just so he can stay with you.
"Dust?"
The skeleton would look up at you—his sharp eyelights staring into your gaze while you were hardly able to make out the rest of his face since he had his hood up. "Didn't Nightmare assign you something to do today?
"Killer can do it."
"Are you—?"
"Killer will do it."
This conversation would be happening with his face buried in your neck and his arms around your waist, by the way.











