So apparently this month is Kinktober? I'll be posting 31 little NSFW drabbles featuring my favorite skeleton, Papyrus. (If there's a certain pairing you want to see, Papyrus/anyone, let me know!)
Day 1: Somnophilia
Pairing: Classic Fontcest (PapyrusxSans)
Tags for this chapter: Somnophilia (sleep sex), non-con/dub-con (rape), drugs
There's something so wrong about this.
Something filthy and shameful which only makes him grow harder inside his shorts.
Papyrus is pliant beneath him, muttering softly in his sleep and he's so wet already. Sans made sure of that.
He takes his time, exploring his brother's body, first with his eyes, such a pretty display it makes. Then with eager hands that carefully roam the exposed bones before him.
So deliciously vulnerable.
When Sans licks Papyrus's neck, the frame beneath him trembles, a soft moan escaping the younger skeleton so susceptible to gentle touches.
Sans wants to keep him like this forever.
Warm and perfect and utterly his alone.
He slides in easily, meeting with a welcoming slick heat, like Papyrus was born to be taken like this. The mere thought has Sans suppressing a pleased grunt.
He doesn't need to be gentle, rutting against his brother in an animalistic desperation that makes the old race car bed creak horribly beneath them.
Papyrus doesn't wake, face flushed but sufficiently out of it because of the drug Sans slipped him earlier, courtesy of Dr. Alphys herself.
Something to help his brother sleep better indeed.
He fucks Papyrus hard into the sheets, loves the way his brother's magic squeezes around him in response, so eager. And when he finally finishes he does so inside of him.
The thought of Papyrus waking up tomorrow, still open and filled with his cum, but having no memory of it, is the sweetest thing of all.
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