Sans Thought Process
Damn he wouldn't be this tired, if it wasn't for that walking bag of shit he sent through the void. Ripping a hole in the spacetime continuum, takes a lot out of a guy these days. But being able to sleep with ___ makes it all worth it, if only she knew.
“you don't think I'd let you leave without giving me a reward would ya toots”
“a reward for what! For what making me sleep in late congratuFUCKINGLations”
He could easily tell she wasn't that angry, whenever she's really angry her face would turn this beautiful shade of red and her cheeks would puff out. She was so cute when she was angry, but he's too tired to tease her right now.
“fine suit yourself”
“ahg, open the door”
“nope”
“i'm starving and if i don't eat i'll die”
“it takes a lot more time for a human to die from starvation”
“OH well aren't you just a smartie pants”
“it's just in my genes ”
“har har, what will it take for you to open the door hmm”
“a kiss”
“a what?”
“I. Want. A. Kiss”
*and a little more but that can wait*
“that's all, anything more and I'll start breaking bones got it”
“as cool as that sounds, I'll behave promise”
I give her my hand as she walks over slowly, who knew a little kiss would get her riled up like this. *Ah my mate is sooo cute*
“y-you promise?”
*so cute, so mine*
“yes promise”
As I lay back I pull her over to straddle me, using just a small bit of magic to soften the ridges on my bones. Her blush turning a soft pink, as I massage her thighs. *they're so soft and meaty ,how could anyone not want to touch them.*
“Sans, hands to yourself”
“ mmm say my name again”
“ hah alright sans wash the dishes, sans pick up your dirty clothes, sans make sure you….”
“alright I get it c’mere”
She knelt down to kiss his… teeth, her lips soft and melting into his rigid bone. He couldn't hold it just a little taste should be alright, he slid his tongue in her warm mouth hearing all of the cute noises she let out made his soul vibrate.
“tthhaaannss”
Oh right, he let her pull away leaving a slimy string of saliva connecting them then snapping. She sat on him breathing heavily for a while, to embarrassed to look him in the eyes. He was always a man of his word, he unlocked door making it fly open.
“welp sweetcheeks, I'm a man of my word”
He slapped her ass, snapping her out of a lustful daze. She huffed and climbed off of him, about to leave when she turned around and called him an asshole then stomped away.
“you know it babe”
He called back not caring if she actually heard him or not, he tried to recall what she felt like from memory. Her skin, her gaze, her taste, his soul could barely take waiting any longer. He'd have to make her his and only his….
Tie her up and...
Cut off her limbs so….
Put her in a cage….
* FUCK *
This was getting out of hand, he can't screw this up like all the others.
NOT AGAIN.