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Everyone’s been writing Sans as being into domineering Papyrus (which I love) but my response was to do this.

Non-Fontcest version (here)

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Mmmm djfjfjg fuck 👍👍👍👍👍👍

oh my jeeze, 0w0; i really got into this one. Pretty proud of this too cause i feel like i did the ribs sorta right this time than usual.

@nasty-bones hope you like~

@scarfedskeletonhero I’ll be waaai~tiiing~ >83c fufufufufufu!

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GOD BLESS look at this hot stuff right fuckin here dkfjvndfvn you drew them so well!!!! and the tattoos are spot on omg!!! 👀💙

🍷 Wine + tattoo complimenting = double whammy to hog town

— makes sense?

( @parttimeslave ) Red and Bud’s creator

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Red instantly steps between us and gives scum a silent death stare.

A nuclear bomb

Once he figures out how, he will. 

Besides, he can literally make his dick explode inside someone so-

Guess 1 thing that Scum isn’t into, and you’ll win a small drabble

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Genuine love and compassion, vanilla sex.

A nuclear bomb

Once he figures out how, he will. 

Besides, he can literally make his dick explode inside someone so-

Guess 1 thing that Scum isn’t into, and you’ll win a small drabble

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GOD BLES;;;;;

An Unexpected Surprise (NSFW Red fic)

This is for you @parttimeslave and @skelltales

You were laying on your bed in your hotel room, staring up at the ceiling. Uuuugh. You were so boooooored. It was bad enough that your work had sent you on a month-long business trip, causing you to be away from your bonefriend much longer than either of you would like. But did they also have to kick you while you were down by sending you to a boring-ass town, with nothing to do after work was out for the day? You let out a long, loud sigh. And as if that sigh had been a magic spell, your phone buzzed.

Eagerly, you picked up your phone, smiling from ear to ear when you realized it was Sans, your aforementioned bonefriend. 

hey doll. how u holdin up?

You shoot off a quick reply.

Fine. Just soooo boooored. I wish you were here.

A few seconds pass before you get another text.

yeah yeah, me too. remember, just one more week babe.

You keep texting back and forth for a few hours, and seeing as it’s been almost a month since you’ve been together, it doesn’t take long for the conversation to start getting heated.

fuuuck babe i wish you were here. if you were i’d fuck u so hard that you wouldn’t be able to walk for a month. that way you couldn’t leave me and i could do it all over again.

Biting your lip, you got up to check and make sure that your door was locked, then you pulled off your pants and underwear and started to furiously rub at your clit. Grinning as an idea hit you, you fired off a quick pic then sent it to him with the follow-up text:

Tell me more.

A pause, long enough to make you wonder if something was wrong, before your phone rang. It was Sans. You answered it, but before you could say anything he said “Put me on speaker.” Doing as he said, you placed your phone on the bedside table where it wouldn’t be in your way. “So,” he says “Where was I?”

A little smirk playing on your lips, you replied “I believe we left off on the part where you were gonna fuck me so hard that I wouldn’t be able to walk for a month.”

“That’s right.” He said. “The first time around I’d start off slow. Tease you the ways I know ya like.”

You whimper a little, touching yourself in the way he was describing.

“And I’d keep going slow, even once I’m buried inside ya. Edging you for as long as I possibly can until I finally let ya go over the brink.”

You mentally curse, wishing you had brought a toy with you on your trip so you could do exactly that.

“And that’s when I’d start to have some real fun.” Sans said, a growl laced in his voice. You shivered at his sinister tone.

“I’d pound into ya over and over until I came inside you. Then I’d clean you up with my tongue until I was ready to do it again.” You moaned. “Yeah, you’d like that wouldn’t you?”

“Yes.” You said, one hand rubbing harder at your clit, the other hand sliding two fingers inside you. 

“That’s right. I’d bet you beg for it like the little cockslut you are.” You whimpered. You didn’t know why, but the name cockslut just… did it for you. “Hey, Y/N.” Sans said. “Are ya lying down?” 

“Yeah.” 

“Do me a favor and pull your legs back by your knees.”

“But…” You were so close!

“It’ll be worth it babe. Promise.”

You huff and pout, but do as he says anyway. Once you’re in position, you ask “Ok, now wh-AAA!” Before you could finish your sentence, you were cut off by Sans’ dick being inside you. Which was really surprising because Sans’ wasn’t inside you, it was just his dick. “W-what the hell?” 

“Fuck first, ask questions later baby.” Sans grunted. The dick pulled out of you for a split second then rammed back in. You decided that that was a reasonable plan, and held on to your pillow for dear life. Sans’ dick got in a few quick, hard strokes before burying itself as deep as it could inside you, and vibrating. Your back arched off the bed. Fuck, you loved it when he did that. Then the dick continued at its former pace, jackhammering in and out of you. Considering you had already been close when this whole business started, it wasn’t long before you were gone. Clearly not done whatsoever, Sans’ dick continued until you were close to cumming again. You whimpered and moaned, squeezing your internal muscles in an attempt to help your bonefriend out. Your efforts were not in vain, because a few minutes later Sans said “F-fuuuck babe. I’m almost there.” It took four more strokes before you came together, Sans’ cock stuffing you full with his magic. 

After the cock dissipated, you lay on the bed, listening to Sans breathe and trying to catch your own breath. You asked “Where the hell was that 3 weeks ago?”

Sans chuckled. “It takes a lot of energy, so I can only do it so often. I was savin’ it for when I was really really missin’ ya.”

You smiled softly. “I miss you too Red. Just one more week remember?”

“Yeah yeah.” Sans grumbled. “Night Dollface.”

“Night Red.”

The End

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👀 i swear to shit if he touches any animal i’ll fucking go after his brother like fucking watch me

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My kink is sweet, wholesome tenderness with genuine love and compassion. Is he as kinky as me?

...Im scared to ask but what did scum do to make someone wanna break his spine in that screen shot?

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Y’all better start wearing anti-magic underwear or something. 

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HAHAHAHSHFN

Okay as long as it's not straight into your fucking ass (like jesus christ, then you're fuck head) but like they'd be teasing/sexting you for a while and you were riled up and frustrated and we're talking a detachable dick that they can just snap their fingers and suddenly you're full and your pen flies across your meeting notes as you jolt?

Yeah I can dig that

@skelltales can I put in a writing request sksjdnfkfkd

Also anon you gotta show me pls

As gross as that screenshot is in context, it also implies that any sans (or some paps) can teleport their dick into you. You could be having a nice dinner or a meeting and suddenly...excuse me I need to write this

Yeah except all my teleporting skeles have STANDARDS

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H-HWHAT THE FUCK

*chases scum with a hose* BATH TIME MOFO

*He points his dick in the direction of the hose and spreads open his urethra

*spray here darling

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im screaming

 this is BRILLIANT 😂😂😂

Cum Guzzler 69

Trash Sluts (Purple SF Papyrus x UF Sans x Fellswap Papyrus)

Word count: 863

Warnings: NSFW, threesome, public sex, skeletons being gross, exhibitionism, inflation

A/N: So I saw this earlier today 

and it was too great an opportunity to pass up so I had to write something to celebrate. This is mostly a joke fic tbh lol. Anyway I was talking to my friends last night and it’s what inspired the scene for this smut lol. It features @messedupessy version of FS Papyrus and @parttimeslave‘s UF Grillby. I hope y’all enjoy this trash. 

NSFW

“I NEED DICK!” Red kicks down the Prussic’s wooden door with full force, the splinters flying everywhere, “GIVE ME A MOTHERFUCKING DICK!”

The rowdy patrons fall silent in shock and Prussic, the fire bar keeper erupts like a volcano, but before he can get a word out, a tall, Papyrus-like skeleton with sharp cheekbones and a stained fluffy jacket swivels around on his bar stool, his razor sharp teeth sparkling. Red recognizes him as Rus, one of the Swapfell (or Fellswap whatever, he can’t care less) monsters and his most reliable trash buddy. He unbuttons his pants and his giant pierced orange cock springs out.

Rus jumps off his stool, and points at his dick, “I gotcha bro.”

Faster than Sonic running though Green Hill Zone, the Underfell monster pounces on the glowing ecto-penis, hungrily slurping away without any technique, like he hasn’t eaten in years. He moans and with the dick jamming down his throat, Red takes off his pants, revealing his sloping wet pussy, that would put a porn star to shame. Rus throw his head back and laughs then grabs Red’s skull, forcing him deeper and deeper until his naval cavity smashes into his pelvis. Meanwhile, the other customers whoop and whistle as Rus thoroughly face-fuck the smaller skeleton. Some of them nervously look down on their own boners and wonder if they could discreetly please themselves. Other patrons leave in disgust, but the majority surround the two skeletons, like watching a sports game. Some makes bets on how long it’ll take for Rus to cum, and others record with their phone. Before it can go any further, Prussic, the blue (and shirtless. jfc isn’t that a food and safety hazard, go back to fucking business school Pruss) flame elemental steps in front of the view, demanding everyone to pay up to continue watching the show, otherwise they’ll be removed. Everyone knew not to cross with the bar owner, so the customers begrudgingly coughs up whatever change they had left.

Another skeleton steps up, slightly shorter than Rus, with a raggy purple jacket and an medical eye patch over his left eye. “Purple” Swapfell, as some people call his universe, earning the nickname Money, for a photo on the Undernet with his pussy stuffed with gold.

“Hey guys. Mind if I join?” he asks.

Red gasps, breathing for air for the first time since the whole endeavor, and glare impatiently at Money, shaking his rear at him, “whatcha doin’ around standing there? git to it!”

Needing no other permission, Money discards his pants and lifts Red’s legs up to line his long, but thin purple cock against his slit. Fuck this height difference. Without warning, Money drives himself inside, reaching past Red’s cervix, like a scene from tentacle hentai. It’s a good thing that Red is made of magic because there’s no way this is possible in real life without ending up in the emergency room. Red shrieks in pleasure, sending throaty vibrations along Rus’s cock. The Fellswap monster grunts as the sounds ricochet on his piercings. His long, orange tongue rolls out, and his eyes lock on his Swapfell alternate. As if reading each other’s minds (who knows, they might’ve. They are the same person after all) and they both nod in understanding. With the three of them, in an “H” shaped position, both of the Papyri thrust themselves in faster, bulldozing Red’s mouth and pussy simultaneously.

The crowd erupt into chants and roaring excitement, occasionally casting glares of jealousy at Money. Prussic hoots along with the audience his blue embers sparking as new ideas form in his head.

“Shit, bro, your mouth pussy is fucking hot,” Rus grunts, his stamina faltering as his dick swells.

“I can’t hold it in anymore. He’s fucking squeezing me,” Money whines in need, his own inflated cock that doubled in size in his pussy as his balls constrict to hold the baby batter in.

“On the count of three…”

The audience starts the countdown.

“1!”

“2”

“3!”

Both Papyri explode their cum inside the small skeleton, who instantly inflates like a balloon. An ecto stomach forms to contain all of Rus’s and Money’s semen that Red is guzzling down. The crowd goes crazy, some cumming on their own on Red’s face and some breaking down in tears for some reason. The Papyri pull out at the same time and the Underfell monster bounces on the floor, gagging from the sudden impact. Prussic steps in with a white smirk and places a boot on the cationic Red’s back.  Without warning, the flame stomps on the skeleton and Red literally fucking bursts, cum ejecting out of his mouth and pussy like a hydroengine, even somehow hitting the ceiling. The closest customers gets covered in baby seed, like the front row seat at SeaWorld.

“Look at the mess ya made slut,” Prussic chuckles, “‘s going on yer tab.”

Both skeletons clean up and go back to their regular activities, as if the last 20 minutes didn’t just happen. The patrons do the same, leaving Red unconscious and covered in cum on the floor, avoiding him, but otherwise ignoring him. No one even mops the floor.

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THIS AUDIO IS NSFW 18+ ONLY!!!!!!!!!!

Commission for @snugglebunnydevy

You and Red get high and proceed to have some fun

Includes:

Drug Use (Weed)

oral

sex

Dirty talk

Songs: Lone Digger by Caravan Palace & The Wolf by SIAMES (Piano ver.)

Hope you enjoy!

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Buy me a coffee!

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Oh *shit* djdhsbd fucking bless 😂

Wet Carpet

PuppyMoney (SF Papyrus X FS Papyrus)

Words: 1079

Contains: Omorashi, Watersports, Begging, Dirty talk, Drunk Sex

Rus growled at the pounding at his front door and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. Checking the time, Rus groaned and turned over in his bed, hoping that whoever it was would go away. But the pounding persisted until the skeleton dragged himself out of bed and threw on some old pair of black boxers then shuffled to the door. The wood squeaked when he swung it open, finding a familiar horny face in front of him. Money’s eyes lit up, his flushed purple blush spreaded throughout his skull with his tongue rolled out in heat. His body folded up into itself, with one hand snaked down his glowing crotch and another groping his own tit through a loose tank top.

“Ruussssyyyy~” Money whines.  

“It’s fucking 2 AM, what do you want?” Rus stood in between his doorway, unimpressed.

“I’m really hornyyyy,” the dirty monster presses himself against Rus’s unmoving body, “I realllllyyyy want some dick right now.”

Money rubbed Rus’s pelvis, never caring that he indignantly exposed himself in the middle of an apartment hallway. He moaned slightly, his breath smelled like bad whiskey and cum. Rus only rolled his eyes.

“You’re a literal hooker. Just go to work or something,”

“Nooooo,” Money threw himself onto the other skeleton and grinded himself on him, “Your dick is the besssst dick.”

Money’s purple jacket slipped off his shoulders, revealing the cracked yellowed bones, dripping with hot sweat. Rus only sighed, knowing full well that the prostitute was only going to keep insisting until he got what he wanted. Rus moved over, and Money joyously pounced inside, and stripped what little clothed he had. Before Rus had even closed the door, Money leaned against the couch with his legs spread wide and two fingers opening his pulsing purple pussy. Thick strands webbed along his walls, so at least he was wet enough to forgo foreplay. Rus discarded his boxers and within no time, his 8 inch orange erection stood tall and proud before Money, who beckoned him with insatiable lust. The sooner he can get this over with the sooner he can go back to sleep. Grabbing the arms of the couch as a handle, he pushed himself inside the slick pussy, the walls clenching him snugly. As soon as it’s inside of him, Money gasped loudly, his insides burning with the length. Not even bothering to let him get use to it (because, let’s be real, Money didn’t need it) Rus paced out his thrusts, and sent out shock waves through the other skeleton’s body, his C cup chest bouncing along. Money wrapped his legs around Rus’s waist, pulling him closer, the tip of his cock hitting his cervix. Wet squelches sent vibrations through his clit and Rus’s tired musk turned him on even more, and within seconds, a tidal wave of estacy rocked through his core, sending Money into a fit of screams. Annoyed and not wanting to deal with a noise complaint, Rus grabbed a nearby pillow and smothered it over the whore’s face, who didn’t even protest. Instead, as his orgasm rushed through him, the walls squeezed Rus’s dick in even further then released him with a gush of juices. Money’s body went limp, his breathing heavy through the pillow.

“There, you got what you wanted, now leave me alone,” Rus tossed his clothes at him.

“Noooooooo,” Money stirred back to life, throwing the pillow away and shoving his clothes aside. He wrapped himself around Rus’s legs like a kid and continued to beg, “I want moooreeeee. Pleeaaaseee. I’ll do anything!”

Rus only rolled his eyes. Changing his tactics, Money released his legs and pressed his mouth against the other’s, then gently pushed Rus into the cushions.

Money turned around and bent over, spreading his butt with his hands, “I’ll even let you have my ass.”

With Rus’s dick still standing tall, Money lowered himself onto the shaft, his knees shuddering. The other skeleton  grunted at the tight fit and ran his hands up the skeleton’s chest, fondling his perky tits. Money giggled, and bounced, moaning in pleasure as the thick cock filled him.

“Faster,” Money growled, impatient with his copy’s speed.

“As you wish,” Money winked.

His pace quickened as heat traveled through his body, painting in pure electric pleasure. Rus released one boob and traced his clit, rubbing it in between his two fingers. Money yelped at the sudden contact, butterflies fluttering in one concentrated spot. His eye lights rolled to the back of his head, moaning sweet nothings. Something pent up inside him, like water flowing into a dam, threatening to release. Money’s legs shook, so Rus grabbed his pelvis and restrained him to his lap, thrusting inside him with needy vigor. He too, was reaching past his point, his dick enlarging, ready to blow.

“N-No, R-Rus, wait! I-I can’t- N-Not now-”

Rus ignored Money’s protests, and pounded him even harder, “What? You’re gonna back out now? Fuck you, whore!”

Money threw his head back, knocking into Rus’s in the process, but he didn’t care. His toes curled and his fists clenched, as the dam inside him released. A torrent of urine exploded from Money’s urethra, spraying the carpet in below him. Tears streamed down his face as he released the liquid, the passing sending mini pleasurable aftershocks as it exited his sensitive hole. Meanwhile, Rus dug his dick in as far as he could and groaned, spewing his thick cum inside Money’s whore asshole, the ropes even reaching his stomach. After his high, Rus finally noticed the mess the prostitute made, and twisted his face in disgust. He pushed him off of him and he landed right in the pool of his own sully.

“Sex! Sex!” Money whined, licking the stained carpet and shoving his fist in his overused, wet cunt. His asshole leaked thick cum, painting him for the true whore that he was. He squirmed as another smaller orgasm pulsed through him, drunk on his own pleasure “I looove sex, hehe~”

“Filthy slut,” Rus spat, only sending Money on another fit.

Tired and pissed about the mess he’ll have to clean in the morning, Rus rolled back to bed and immediately passed out. Once the sun rose, Money was already long gone from the apartment, though the mess was still there. Rus sighed and reached for his wallet on the counter so he could buy some products to clean it. That was when he realized.

His wallet was gone.

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👀 he got better hhhh 👌👌👌👌 bless this gross boi

A little something of @parttimeslave ‘s fellby, Prussic. He’s a real charmer for sure

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Imagine making out with UF sans in a dark bathroom/bedroom at a house party while David Bowie's Heroes playing from downstairs. You don't gotta write anything for this if you don't want but just imagine. 👌😘🔥

(*If you think I’m not going to write this– )

You were pulled through the throngs of people crammed into the house with the sort of urgency that meant he was desperate to have you alone.  He cleared the path with his shoulders, unapologetically jostling party-goers.  Some of them spilled drinks and cursed, but he paid them no mind.  You hurried behind him, your hand tightening in his.  

He pulled you into the nearby empty bathroom, slammed the door shut behind you, and clicked the lock into place.  In the next moment, you were pressed flat against it, his hands framing the sides of your face and tilting your chin up for him to hungrily claim your mouth.

The music was playing loud enough to be heard clearly; the beat pulsed through the door behind your back.

I, I will be kingAnd you, you will be queenThough nothing will drive them awayWe can beat them, just for one dayWe can be Heroes, just for one day

The kiss was sloppy, fangs urging your lips apart, and a tongue invading your mouth that sparked with electric intent.  He tasted of whiskey, smoke, and sin.  Eagerly, you responded to the kiss, moving your tongue against his, reveling in the way it tingled in your mouth.

His fingers threaded in the hair at the nape of your neck and pulled.  Your head tilted further back, deepening the kiss, and his tongue undulated in your mouth.

The music drowned out the embarrassing whimper that built in the back of your throat as you fervently clutched the front of his jacket.  

And you, you can be meanAnd I, I’ll drink all the time‘Cause we’re lovers, and that is a factYes we’re lovers, and that is thatThough nothing will keep us togetherWe could steal time, just for one dayWe can be Heroes, for ever and everWhat d'you say?

His free hand shifted down to your hips, following your curves.  Your knees were growing weak, and where you’d been tipsy before (he’d had much more than you to drink; you’d met him in the kitchen when you were refilling your red cup and realized the burning embers in his sockets were following your every move, captivated), you now felt the room spin, drunk off his kiss alone.  He kissed you as if you were the finest ambrosia, drinking you in.  

When his tongue finally retreated from your mouth, he broke apart just long enough for his shuttered sockets to meet your dazed gaze.  Your lips were slightly parted, tingling still.  

The lights of his eyes were bright, casting a crimson glow across his features.  It was the only light in the bathroom, aside from the nightlight dimly glowing beside the sink.  

It made this encounter all the more surreal.

I, I wish you could swimLike the dolphins, like dolphins can swimThough nothing, nothing will keep us togetherWe can beat them, for ever and everOh we can be Heroes, just for one day

His mouth descended upon your jawline, skeleton kisses ghosting your skin as he urged your head toward the side to allow him better access to your neck.  All of your nerves felt alight, attuned to his every move; his breath was hot against your flesh, prickling goosebumps along your arms that had a shiver ripple down your spine.    

Fangs scraped the sensitive skin along the column of your throat, and your breath–which had been shallow and bated as it was–hitched in your throat, toes curling in your boots in response.  

He released his grip on your hair long enough to hook his fingertips into your neckline and hastily stretch it aside.  His tongue flicked across your skin, a quick flash of electric magic that had your grip on his jacket becoming white-knuckled.  The conjured magic pressed into the juncture of your shoulder and swirled.

You were barely aware of the sound you made–somewhere between a whimper and a plea–but you felt the answering growl vibrate through his ribs against your chest as he pressed in closer.

I, I will be kingAnd you, you will be queenThough nothing will drive them awayWe can be Heroes, just for one dayWe can be us, just for one day

You adjusted your grip, winding your arms around him, whether to hold him closer or keep yourself upright, you weren’t sure.  The fur of his hood tickled your forearms, while one hand gripped the back of his neck, fingernails raking across the protruding spinous processes, and the other cradled the back of his skull.     

You just met, a tiny voice whispered, one that you squelched with memories of his body pressed against yours amongst a sea of drunken bodies, writhing to the blaring music that filled the house.  It wasn’t a party meant for conversation, and neither of you came here for any sort of intellectual stimulation.  No, this was a place to let go–to forget–and you could be anyone you wanted in a place like this.

And right now, you were a person that wanted nothing more than this, with him.

 I, I can remember (I remember)Standing by the wall (by the wall)And the guns shot above our heads (over our heads)And we kissed, as though nothing could fall (nothing could fall)And the shame was on the other sideOh we can beat them, for ever and everThen we could be Heroes, just for one day

His fingers dug into your hip and then shifted lower, gripping your thigh and urgently pulling you leg up.  You took the hint and lifted it as much as you could, aiming to hitch it over the crest of his hip.  The process was sloppy given how weak your legs felt, but thankfully, he grew impatient and grabbed both of your legs to give you the needed leverage.  Your legs wrapped around his waist, knees brushing his floating ribs through his sweater, and his chest vibrated once again.  

Teeth scraped your clavicle, and then he pulled his head back, forehead against yours.  All you could focus on were those bright lights burning in his eyes, feeding the fire that he’d ignited within you.  Your entire body felt hot.

“sweetheart.”

The endearment came out raw, raspy, and dripping with promise.

Your fingers pressed into the back of his skull, and you leaned forward to crash your lips against his fangs.  

We can be HeroesWe can be HeroesWe can be HeroesJust for one dayWe can be Heroes

He staggered away from the door, supporting you with one arm around your upper back and the other hand gripping your ass.  The kiss was as hungry as before, his tongue wrestling with yours, filling your mouth.  The tingling made you dizzy, and he spun you around, almost losing his balance while you clung tight to his frame.  Clumsily, he managed to set you on the edge of the bathroom counter. 

Your legs remained wrapped tight around his waist, and as he rocked his pelvis into yours, you slipped a hand beneath his sweater, eager to feel more of his bones.  Fingertips traced his posterior ribs, exploring the divots, cracks, and ossifications.  He groaned into your mouth, and his hands quickly went up the back of your shirt, rough bone sliding along your spine and sparking your nerves alight all over again.

We’re nothing, and nothing will help usMaybe we’re lying, then you better not stayBut we could be safer, just for one day

There was pounding on the bathroom door, and a voice drowned out by both the music and your all-consuming focus on the skeleton in your arms.  

Neither of you hesitated even a moment, ignoring the interruption entirely.  It didn’t matter; they would give up eventually and find another bathroom. If all you ever have together is tonight, you’re going to make this moment count, and no one is going to take it from you.

You peppered wet kisses along his jaw, drawing his sweater up with your arms while you traced the bodies of his vertebrae, fingernails raking between the spaces and invoking murmured, disjointed words of worship and endearment to be breathed against your flesh.  

Oh-oh-oh-ohh, oh-oh-oh-ohhJust for one day 

*Imagine Masterlist