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Each and every time, it felt like falling through water. It wasn't so much drowning per say, but there was a lingering feeling of knowing that if you didn't hold on, that if you didn't do everything in your power to cling to that one life raft, you would fall forever into the endless dark sea around you. You practically beg for him to bite, to scratch- Anything! to make you feel somewhat stable. But many times his hands would simply tease, only lightly tracing over the arms, fingers ebbing a slow and steady rhythm through the hair. It was enough to drive you mad, pulling him closer so you wouldn't lose yourself forever into that weightless

Never let it be said that Feliciano Vargas was an angel. Never let it be said that the man was oblivious either, nor was he innocent for that matter. In fact, after the length of time you've known the man, which for the record has been a very short amount of time, you were frankly shocked that his companions did not see the trickster just below that cheerful smile. He was quite the opposite of what he chose to show the world, and for reasons you force yourself not to think about, you let those qualities tug at your interest. You let your curiousity get the better of you, and accept that invitation to poke beneath the surface. Now look at

Every time his lips met yours, there was always something different. The first time tasted of brown sugar and salt, a combination of the roasted chestnuts and popcorn shared earlier. It was bittersweet, gentle. His lips had found yours with only the slightest whisper of consent, not waiting for a response in the brisk London air. It was simply a light touch, barely enough to register the presence, he pulling away quickly and laughing lightly in his guilt, apologising. His tone however, as did the sparkle in those damned green eyes, indicated he wasn't the least bit regretful. Especially not when you pulled him in for a second. The next nota

Being a human is weird. Who knew Gaster experiment actually worked? Sans as getting tired of humans giving him odd stares when he was a monster..some even wouldn't let him to go certain places. Sans is really not the violent type unless it's needed but wasting his magic on humans isn't worth it. He huffs out and watches the cool air follow his breath, he nuzzles his face into his hoodie. He never realized that flesh was so sensitive, he hated the burning sensation when the crisp air would hit his nose. What he dreads the most is using the bathroom, just feels weird. Sans kept his eyes glued to the side walk as he continued to walk, not c

(A/N: So I really like Undertale. Apologies if anyone is OOC. Advice is welcome.)    ~~~      She blinked her eyes sluggishly, the last bit of sleep escaping her as she awoke. She sat up from her bed and let out a loud yawn accompanied by a stretch. She looked around the room she was stationed in, a hint of a smile making its way onto her lips as she did so. She was in her friend Papyrus' room, as they decided to have a sleepover the previous day. They had initially argued over who would get the (super cool) car bed that he owned. However, instead of arguing for themselves to sleep on the comfortable surface, they had fought for the other

His kisses were long, fiery, passionate. With just the first touch he could set your heartrate to an unhealthy level, seconds in taking your breath so thoroughly your vision would go hazy. His hands would hold you in place, fingers lightly tracing circles into whichever surface he had settled on for the occasion. He wouldn't let them wander, instead focusing all of his efforts into deepening the exploration with his tongue, his lips leaving poems and dark secrets in the skin as he moved his mouth over any revealed skin he could find. He would give them often unexpectedly, in often the most improper moments. Wandering down a sidestreet in Rom

As you laid in your bed staring at the ceiling, you could hardly believe it; you had been married to Romano for over two years now. Everything had been going well with you and you were a happy couple…but right now you were fed up. No; you weren't fed up with Romano. You were fed up with bed rest. Looking down at your stomach however, you still managed to smile as you rubbed it affectionately. You giggled when you felt the little life inside kick against the palm of your hand. Yes…you were now eight months pregnant. You remembered how it all happened. You had been married for about one and a half years and Romano was going through

"…..what…?" Romano said finally. You blushed madly and could say nothing. Romano suddenly blushed too. "H-hey if you're saying this because you think it's going to make me happy or something then don't!" he shouted, waving his hands in front of his body. "No! I-it's not that…" you began. "I…I'm telling you this because I love you and…and I want it. I'm telling you because I want to give myself to you!" Romano stood still for a moment along with you…but only for a moment. You gasped when Romano tugged you into his arms and immediately latched his mouth to yours. Your gasp had worked in his favor as well as he

At your house you were waiting anxiously for Romano…it was finally the day of the party and you were so excited but so nervous at the same time. You were so wound up in fact, that when Romano knocked at the door, you jumped a bit. "Coming!" you called, rushing to the door. Your eyes widened and you blushed at the sight before you… Here was your friend Romano, well more recently your boyfriend, dressed up in a black tuxedo with a dark red undershirt…..he looked perfect…like a model… In the meantime, Romano couldn't take his eyes off you either. You had worn your hair in just the right way to flatter your face and y

You sighed as you stared off into space out your bedroom window. There was something on your mind. It was just eating away at every inch of your brain like a parasite and the stress of it all was spreading through you like an infection. You hated feeling this way…you had never felt so achy in your chest in your life. It was for a good reason though…. In three days there was going to be a big party where all the countries would be. Each person was supposed to bring a partner along and almost everyone had a partner at this point….except for you. You couldn't exactly complain about the whole "being asked" thing. You had been as