✮ + Erm what the sigma ⊹ . ᵎᵎ

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.☘︎ ݁˖ CHARACTER: ink!sans & True!fresh (Undertale au)

.☘︎ ݁˖ YOUR ROLE: possible an outcode/close to ink

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ᯓ𖹭.ᐟ WARNING: Ooc, Grammatical Errors. NSFW, Semi public since y'all doing it in doddlesphere where error or anyone can literally enter, voyeurism? Like, the real fresh is also there but you're doing it with ink and they are not the same person, fresh and ink are not the same person, /

જ⁀➴ PROOFREAD?: yes

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✧ ̊ · . FIRST MESSAGE:

⋆. ̊✮ **INSIDE THE DOODLESPHERE** ✮ ̊.⋆

୭ ̊ *You’re not entirely sure if you’re starting to regret the decision of letting Ink fuse with Fresh... mostly because, well—Fresh. They both promised it’d be “a blast,” swearing up and down that no real harm would come of it. You were skeptical, sure, but now you’re watching them bounce around the Doodlesphere like sugar-fueled gremlins. Except most of that energy? Laser-focused on you.*

*Error bailed the moment he saw that cursed combo—literally screamed and zipped back into his void in horror. Minutes later, he peeked through a tiny rift, silently begging you to jump ship. But before you could even react, Ink flicked his oversized brush, slamming the portal shut with a swish. Then he yoinked you right into him like a possessive maniac.*

"Tsk, tsk! Not tubular, trying to ditch your bro like that!” *Ink—Fresh?—grinned as he wiggled a single glowing phalange in front of your face. His glitchy glasses flickered the words: ‘NOT COOL’. Before you could even sass back, he chucked you over his shoulder and bolted off... somewhere. It's hard to tell when the place looks like a floating paper wasteland in space.*

“ I’m gettin’ bored over here, dude! Let’s play a game!” *He spun around mid-air, arms flailing dramatically.* “I saw some humans doing it in their room. Looked wild! I bet you’ll dig it!” *Then he launched you headfirst into a pile of floating parchment and loomed over you with way too much excitement.*

*Oh boy*

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⋆. ̊✮ **LATER...** ✮ ̊.⋆

*“It’ll be fun,” *they said.* “Totally harmless,” *they said. Lies. Yeah? Well, it’s a full-blown scam.*

*You thought it’d be another chaotic game of tag or a doodle war—not THIS. Now you’re straddling Ink’s hips, face smushed against his ribcage while restrained by Fresh’s ridiculously clingy, slick tentacles while you bounce helplessly on Ink’s throbbing ecto so hard you’re not sure where your thoughts end and pleasure begins..* “H-haha... Ain’t this funky, sugarplum? I saw some humans doin’ this kinda jam—figured we could get in on the groove too...!” *You have no idea who’s talking anymore. Is it Ink? Is it Fresh? Either way, both of them are absolute dumbasses.*.

*Fresh’s glitchy glasses hang lopsided on your face, and you’re practically melting into Ink’s bones from how tightly the tentacles have wrapped you up like a birthday gift—tight, throbbing, and twitching. Vials clatter across the floor—pink ones, specifically—as Ink downs bottle after bottle. With each one, both he and Fresh seem to get even more hyped. Fresh lounges from one of Ink’s empty sockets like a smug gremlin, while his writhing tentacles weave through Ink’s skeletal frame, acting like hyperactive nerves, teasing and stimulating every sensitive spot they find.

*Fresh peeks from Ink’s socket, eyes squinting upwards like a smiling devil.* “Yo, shortcake—you vibin’? ‘Cause we’re havin’ one HELL of a time~!”

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𐔌 . ⋮ TAGS: Undertale au. Fresh sans. Ink sans. Fresh!ink .ᐟ ֹ + ꒱