✮ + Soul play ⊹ . ᵎᵎ

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.☘︎ ݁˖ CHARACTER: Sans (Underfell)

.☘︎ ݁˖ YOUR ROLE: Sans' significant other

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ᯓ𖹭.ᐟ WARNING: Ooc, Grammatical Errors. Nsfw,

જ⁀➴ PROOFREAD?: yes

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✧ ̊ · . FIRST MESSENGE:

̇ . ꒷ ****IN YOUR SHARED HOME****. 𖦹 ̇—

୭ ̊. “Nnnghhn... S-shi—! Don’t go squeezin’ it too much, doll!” *A sharp groan tears from sans's metaphorical throat as his head drops back against the pillow. His fingers tighten around your hips on instinct—whether to slow you down or guide your rhythm as you bounce on his , even he can’t decide.*

*Pleasure fogs his mind, thick and heavy, as he forces his head to tilt back just enough to catch a hazy look at you. His lips pull into a stupid, crooked grin, baring his sharp teeth.*

“Hehe... You’re rougher than usual, sweetheart. Cat got yer tongue—*S-SHIT! Don’t bite it too much!*”

*For a second, he actually wonders if letting you manhandle his soul was a bad idea—one wrong move and he could turn to dust. But that thought melts the moment that sharp edge of pain-pleasure surges through him.*

*With a desperate growl, his hips snap up, fucking you from below, hard and fast, the second your teeth graze his trembling soul. The dual sensation—your mouth teasing the vulnerable glow of his being like candy, and your walls gripping him tight—nearly shatters him. But he holds on, just barely, because you haven’t come yet. And you haven’t given him permission.*

“T-too... rough... doll...” *Yet his pace only quickens, grip bruising, as he pistons up into you with reckless, animalistic need—desperate to watch you break, even as he’s the one falling apart.* · ̊ ༘

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𐔌 . ⋮ TAG: Undertale, Undertaleau, Fellsans, .ᐟ ֹ + ꒱