۪ ׂ ˖ CLASSIC

— He'd just shrug and agree to dance with you.

— He doesn't see why he would say no, and it's been a bit since he last danced, so why not? He has nothing else to do.

— His hands would meet your waist and he'd ask if his placement was alright, and you'd nod before placing your hands on his shoulders so you both could start dancing.

— While his movements are lazy, they're not sloppy. He manages to smoothly dance with you, and when he'd start to get comfortable, he'd probably pull you closer.

— Now, he wouldn't dance a full waltz with you. Your dance is likely going to include slow turns and a spin every now and then, but apart from that, your dance is just going to be relaxed.

— You both wouldn't be dancing in silence, but it wouldn't be music filling the air. It would be his puns.

"How's my dancing? I would say it's pretty on pointe."

— If you do want music, though, he'll probably use his magic to turn on a nearby record player while you both kept dancing.

۪ ׂ ˖ RED

— He wouldn't agree at first, but simply because he's embarrassed about it.

— He's never danced before, for the Underground wasn't really a place where that happened. It was either kill or be killed, and if someone where to get caught dancing, they would likely be viewed as weak and be killed.

— But you both were in a secluded space with it being unlikely someone would show up, so maybe a quick dance wouldn't hurt.

— And, of course, he's only agreeing because he didn't want you to keep looking sad since he denied you the first time, and it definitely wasn't because he kind of wanted to learn how to dance.

— At first, he's awkward. He's tense and occasionally steps on your shoes, and he'd grumble swears every time he does.

— He would try to give up. He would try to pull his hands away, but you would just quickly move your own to cover his, and he'd scoff before continuing the dance with you.

— He might eventually pick up on the dance, and by that he really only steps on your foot less than when you both started, but that's still improvement!

— Red would likely try to dip you to make up for his lack of knowledge when it comes to dancing, but due to how sudden the action was, you're both falling onto the ground.

— With you on top of him, he'd stare at you with a flushed face, and you'd just laugh before placing a kiss to his forehead.

— He'd relax as you kissed him before muttering.

"...'m never doin' that again."

— He says that, but if you were to ask, he'd likely say yes just to make you happy.

۪ ׂ ˖ BLUE

— Immediately agrees.

— His eye lights widen as soon as you finish asking him, and his grin would somehow manage to widen while he quickly nods and grabs your hands.

"LET THE MAGNIFICANT SANS SHOW YOU HOW MAGNIFICANT HIS DANCING IS!"

— If there's a specific dance you're looking to do, you'll have to ask Blue because if you don't, he's probably going to want to salsa with you.

— And he's damn good at it, too.

— Even passionate seems like the wrong word used to describe his dancing, for it's more than that.

— As soon as he pulls you against him, he's moving. His hands are finding the right placement and if he notices you look confused, he'll gently grab your hands and move them to where they need to go while instructing you what to do.

— He'll cheer whenever you're able to dance without his instructions, and he might even pick up the pace if he thinks you're ready.

— You better find an excuse to stop dancing soon or else you'll be dancing all day.

— Blue is energetic, so unless you think you can keep up for hours, you either need to make an excuse or wait until his brother gets home to help.

— If his brother even helps. Stretch might just take a video and then leave to Muffet's.

۪ ׂ ˖ INK

— Of course, he'll dance with you!

— The first thing he does is make a portal to another au with his paintbrush and grab your hand before rushing inside the portal.

— If his vials are alright, he'll be extra about his dance with you. He'll take you to an AU he knows you like, and he'll find a hidden place there so you both can dance without being interrupted.

— He's not picky about dances, so tell him whatever dance you want to do.

— As soon as you tell him, though, he's using his paintbrush to put you both in the appropriate attire for said dance.

— You want to waltz? You're either getting put in a dress or a suit to match the formal dance. You want to two-step? He'll wear some leather boots, why not?

— He will make a radio so he can switch through different stations to change the music to something you wanted.

— But if he hadn't been keeping track of his vials, he likely wouldn't dance.

— Even if he did agree, it would be a very stiff and quiet dance.

۪ ׂ ˖ NIGHTMARE

— More than likely, you'll have to ask him multiple times before he agrees to dance with you.

— Nightmare is a busy skeleton—a busy skeleton with a reputation. He's feared by many and the boss of some, and he wouldn't risk that view of him just to dance with you.

— But if you ask enough, and if it's just you and him in his castle with nothing to do, he'd reluctantly agree while declaring he was only doing it to get you to stop asking.

— With Nightmare, due to him being considered somewhat royalty, he'll waltz with you.

— His castle has a ballroom, and while it is a bit dusty since hardly anyone goes in there, it wasn't the worst place to dance. It became nicer whenever the torches on the wall were lit, and the chandelier that hung above you both reflected the flames.

— There would be an old record player in the corner, and whenever he placed a record on it, classical musical would start to play.

— At first, he wouldn't be into it at all. He would be living up to the statement that he was simply doing this just to silence your constant asking, but as the dance went on, you'd notice how he'd gradually become more relaxed.

— His form wouldn't be as stiff as it was when you both started, and the hands he had on your waist would loosen their grip.

— He would spin you and maybe dip you once if he believed it was appropriate to the moment in the dance.

— Throughout the whole dance, he would just be amused at how happy you seemed—dancing with him out of all people.

— He wouldn't say anything about it. He would just keep dancing with you until the music stopped, and he would gently grab one of your hands with his own.

"You will tell no one about this, understood?"

— But even with that being said, he still pressed a kiss to the back of your hand.

۪ ׂ ˖ KILLER

— As soon as you're done speaking, he's looking at you with a smirk while his eye sockets narrow.

"What kind of dance, sweetheart?"

— Whenever you try to leave after hearing him say that, he'll rush over and grab your hand while telling you that he was just messing around before saying that he'll dance with you.

— Now, Killer does not know how to dance, but he thinks he does.

— So, you'll be pulled into the most chaotic dance of your life—if you could even call it a dance.

— You're both really just spinning around while Killer is laughing his ass off.

— He'd likely dip you at the end of the dance and press a kiss to your lips, and he would slowly lift you back to your feet without breaking the kiss.

— You can try to teach him how to properly dance, but that would just result in him either doing stupid moves or saying some dumb flirt that came to mind.

— Your lessons would likely just turn into a flirting session for him.

۪ ׂ ˖ SKULL

— He would be quiet for a second before questioning you.

"...yer sure you wanna do that?"

— The thing with Skull is that due to his size and past, he becomes worried whenever he has to be gentle.

— He fears that he'll accidentally hurt you somehow while you're both dancing, even if it's obvious that nothing would ever happen. It's still a worry, and it forever would be when it came to you.

— If you reassure him that you want to dance, even going as far as turning on some music to show that you were certain, he would warily agree to dance with you.

— Expect Skull to be very stiff. The skeleton is even afraid to breathe with you so close to him, so you'd probably have to grab his hands to put them in the right placement so you both can dance.

— You can try to do certain dances with him, but it's unlikely he'll successfully do them with you.

— Whenever you ask him to spin you or dip you, he'll just look at you with wide eyes because he does not know what to do. Spin? Like, pick you up and spin you? Dip you? None of the words would make any sense to him, so you'd have to show him.

— For now, it would just be best to stick to swaying with Skull.

— It's simple and due to how easy it is, he relaxes a lot quicker since he's not worried about messing up as much as he would be with other moves.

— Give it time and he will be open to learning more dances with you.

۪ ׂ ˖ DUST

"No."

— He is a firm no at first.

— He just does not see the point in dancing. To him, it was stupid. It made others look stupid, and he wasn't about to make a fool out of himself.

— But if you gave him a sad look, he'd sigh before quietly agreeing for a few minutes of dancing with you.

— Don't expect his dancing to be any good. His thoughts are screaming that he's pathetic for doing something like this, and he hasn't danced in years.

— He would be really tense during the whole dance. His hands would slightly tremble and he wouldn't look at you at all.

— Whenever you decide to end the dance, he'd just mumble an apology before teleporting somewhere.

۪ ׂ ˖ CROSS

— You want to dance? With him?

— You'd have to give him a minute to answer because he'd be really flustered, but even when he did give you an answer, it was just a firm nod while he was looking away with his arms crossed.

— He would actually be a good dancer, but he's better at doing a waltz or simple dances rather than the ones with energy.

— Any time he had to move his hand for proper placement, he'd question if you were alright with him holding you there, and he'd get embarrassed when you'd laugh and tell him it was fine.

— He would like it when you got really close and let him wrap his arm around your waist, for it allowed him to just look at you for a bit before eventually pulling back to continue the dance.

— He might stumble a few times, but only because he would get distracted by you while dancing.

— In the middle of the dance, he would stammer out a compliment.

"You...You're a good dancer..."

— If you tell him that he is, too, there would be a flush on his face, but he would start to become more confident with the dance.

— Whenever the dance ends, he would ask if you would be alright with maybe dancing again later.

— He just wants to dance with you again because he enjoyed how close you were.

۪ ׂ ˖ EPIC

— You're not even able to finish asking if he wants to dance, for he's grabbing your hand and spinning you around before dipping you.

— He'd look down at you and wink with a rose between his teeth—where did the rose come from? You'll likely never know.

— Considering how Epic is, he wouldn't dance a slow waltz or whatnot. He's a flirty skeleton with energy, and that would be shown in his dancing.

— You're going to be dipped more times than you can count, and you'll be spun so much that if he were to let go of you, you'd likely stumble onto the ground.

— It's charming, though—how much you can tell he's enjoying the dance.

— He will end any dance you both do with him picking you up, spinning around for a few seconds, and then putting you back down before getting on his knee and pulling out a candy ring.

What have you just agreed to? How this even started was beyond you. It had started with a conversation about kids. Ink, Dream, and Blue all admitted to wanting to have one, you cheekily offered to give them one. The look the three of them gave you....it made you feel like a piece of meat throw to a pack of wolves.

An odd feeling towards three of the objectively speaking most friendly sanses out there.

And you kept your word.

You laid there in Dreams arms, back against his chest as he lovingly cradled you. Blue's firm hands on your hips as he took his first turn rutting into you wildly and despite two keeping you occupied you couldn't ignore Ink off to your side pleasuring himself while Blue ruts like an animal. And even Dreams touch, no matter how gentle would drift to more sexual and gropey as his hands knead your breasts.

"THIS IS SO WONDERFUL!!" Blue squeed, your eyes rolling back with each thrust of his hips. He wasn't rough, more like over eager, his movements slightly focused and managing to hit a new sensitive spot every time he slammed back into you. "DO YOU THINK WE'LL GET TWINS??? OOOH, WHAT ABOUT TRIPLETS!?"

"Blue!" You rasped, not sure if you were trying to protest or encourage. Regardless of the practicality of carrying more than one, well- you clenched harder around it. Ink voiced your thought for you,

"Fuck, that's hot."

"Blue, slow down. You'll hurt them." Dream chastised, he was big on not pushing you. Of course he was, the biggest softie out of all of them. You're torn between wanting to soak up that gentle energy and wanting each of them to go buck wild with their turn.

"SORRY!! THEY JUST....FEEL SO GOOD!!" He shut his eye sockets tightly, slowing the speed but not the intensity of his thrusts. His strength was truly something else.

"They aren't made of glass, Dream. They can speak up," Ink huffed, his tone more playful than anything else.

"Ink- I- fuck!" You forgot what you were going to say, your back arching as you clung desperately to Dream. A shudder ringing through your form.

Dream at first looked concerned, and you're worried he might order Blue to stop when that's the last thing you wanted, but his face shifted to that of natural understanding. His voice like a bell right next to your ear, "Are you close?"

You nodded, a soft moan following it and it contrasted hard against the near growl Blue let out. "GONNA....KNOCK YOU UP!!"

Dream smiled knowingly, one hand still gently squeezing your breasts while the other drifted to your front to steadily, playing with your clit to steadily add to the growing pressure. For a brief moment you swore it was like you saw stars, "You can let go for us.." his mumbled tenderly against your ear, "We'll take care of you."

That did it. You came. You came hard. And the spasms that were squeezing Blue just right made him lose the last of his control.

"FUCK!"

Your insides felt warm. You felt your legs tremble, your pleasure filled haze still registering how much you were being filled. Your eyes opened, your chest felt warm too. And thats when you realized a colorful thick liquid covering you....Blue hadn't pulled out. Your gaze drifting over to Ink who looked not only smug but had a series of colorful cum dripping from his cock, confirming your suspicion.

The brief moment of peace didn't last long. You were all panting except for Dream, but you know, feel a prominent hardness against your back. He's eager, but unfortunately, it's not his turn. Not yet.

"Move over!!"

"HEY!"

Ink shoved aside Blue, The smaller skeleton positioning himself between your legs. "You're still soft, I'm not!"

The offended gawk that came from Blue would have made you laugh, but you couldn't find it in you. Especially as Ink slammed in, making you gasp. He was hard. And you were sensitive.

"I CAN RECOVER EASILY!!" Blue offended, "I JUST....NEVER CAME THAT HARD BEFORE." He didn't stay soft for long, "OH, DO YOU THINK IT'LL REALLY HAPPEN?"

"It will if I have anything to say about it!" Ink declared, his thrusts weren't as hard and he wasn't as big as Blue but his speed was something else. His member throbbing with strange magic that made your breath hit. "And it'll be my creation! My child! Mine!"

"I CAME FIRST IT'LL BE MY KID!"

"Oh, I'll show you how to really breed a bi-"

"Ink!" Dream interrupted.

"What?? It's true!" You're pretty sure Ink increased his speed just to spite Dream, his focus zeroing in on you. You don't think you ever saw Ink get like this, at least, not up close. "You'll be filled with my creation! My spawn! Fat with my kid! My broodmare!-"

"Don't word it like that!" Dream lectured, oblivious to how you clenched at those words and it only spurred Ink on further.

"They like it, don't you? You wanna be bred by me! Right?"

You tried to respond but the words were lost on you with how Ink was hammering into you like a jack rabbit. Another moan came, you clanged tighter onto Dream, he looked down clearly a bit concerned but his expression softened as he saw no visible sign of distress. Your attention pried away from him, as Ink leaned forward to press his forehead against yours.

"Me." he breathed out, "You look at me. You're getting bred by me." his words weren't aggressive, just hellbent. The same excitement he got when truly lost in the art of creation. An artist in an intense dance with his muse, it sent another surge of arousal through you with the building sensations but- it didn't build further. Ink cried out, then shuddered. He came and filled you.

"See? You went too fast." Dream informed while Ink nearly collapsed, onto you. "Poor thing didn't even get to come."

"THIS IS WHY I'M TRULY THE MAGNIFICENT!"

"Shut up! Dream helped you!" Ink cried out, reluctantly pulling out. "I just...got carried away...the idea of you actually knocked up by me...fuck..." he was attempting an apology, you weren't mourning the lack of orgasm terribly though....

His seed was swimming inside you. And it felt like it was nearly vibrating and you couldn't tell if it was just like that or it was your arousal talking at the idea of being his broodmare. Their broodmare.

"Alright, love?" Dream asked softly, you nodded. Letting him position you, right it was his turn. And you could tell he was stupid hard. He couldn't wait much longer. He turned you around carefully, handling you like you were something to truly be cherished. You were on his lap straddling him, the anticipation was great yet frustrating as you felt the heat of him at the entrance.

There was no competition, Dream was the biggest out of all of them.

"Ink, since you were selfish, you can help me this round." Dream informed, Ink following suit. Arms wrapped around your waist, his hands didn't go to grope at first just....playing with his still warm seed on your chest and stomach. Ever the artist, tenderly spreading it around into various shapes and patterns. As if you were a canvas, his canvas.

The artist nuzzled into the crook of your neck, humming blissfully as Dream lowered you down onto him. "Okay, but you get to be inside them while knowing I made them cum,"

"Mmmhmmm," Dreams attention was entirely on you, his gaze nothing short of adoring even while he talked to Ink, "Is that what you think?"

"You don't get to be smug about this." Ink huffed, going to playfully bite your earlobe, "I'm making it up to you next turn."

Your walls clenched around Dream. You believed him.

"DREAM HURRY UP OR I'LL BUST A NUT ON YOUR FACE!"

Blue was growing impatient, a very clear signal to hurry up. Your attention drew to him, he was stroking himself frantically. A mix of frustration and impatience as he waited for his turn. Carefully you were bounced on Dreams lap, Ink touching you and Blue watching as you were thoroughly used, plotting knows what for when he had you again.

Blue was strong and hard but mostly steady. Ink was relentless nearly maddening energy. Dream was worshipful and tender. Almost purposeful as you knew with each thrust he was picturing the life he was planting there, his care for you the only thing currently grounding him. Ink eventually going to grope your breasts, giving them each a squeeze with a light pinch to your nipples. Another hand drifting down to play with your clit and unlike Dream he has no mercy.

"We'll all take care of you no matter whose child it is." Dream informed, calm but with an underlying intensity, it wasn't front and center like with the other two but still there. "Being an uncle is just as good as a father, but-" he growled, it was nearly beast-like and your cunt spasmed briefly at the sound. "I do hope it's mine."

"You can go faster, Dreamboat." Ink teased, leaving a hickey on your shoulder. "They like it rough, don't you?"

You gasped in response, Dream grinding right against that sensitive spot. If you didn't know any better you'd say Dream was trying to spite Ink for a change.

"It's called doing it with care, Ink." he informed, squeezing your hips as he continued at his current pace. "Do you prefer Ink? Or is this better? Hm? I know you're getting close."

"CAN YOU ALL STOP TEASING!! NEITHER OF YOU GOT THIS LONG OF A TURN!" Blue whined, stroking frantically and his member glowing with frustration, "WE ALL KNOW I'M THE BEST! NOW BREED THEM!"

"Excuse me?" Dream asked sounding offended, though you certainly noticed how his cock throbbed inside you. Whether that was in response to Blues jab or the breeding comment was unclear.

"Blue! I-, hngh, Dream! Ink!" you moaned, attention divided while you were blissfully overwhelmed. Clumsily you forced your boneless pleasure driven body to move, motioning Blue forward. Curious, he came. Ink and Dream watching with clear fascination. The movement was awkward as you maneuvered your way from in-between the skeleton sandwich you in to kiss Blue square on his mouth.

Blue returned it eagerly, savoring it while he could. Then you pulled back. Then you kissed Dream. Then Ink. The message was clear, though you're sure it wouldn't stop their competitiveness. You liked all of them. You wanted all of them. Dream's tender love. Ink's bizarre passion. Blue's pure excitement. All of it.

Neither you or Dream lasted long after that. You came both at the same time, milking Dream while he flooded you and you fell back onto Ink as the small skeleton did his best to hold you up. "Shit-" he muttered, looking down at you. Him and Dream working to properly place you for Blue's next turn, "Look at that."

You looked down, your stomach was slightly bloated. Only slightly but the glow was the most prominent part as their magic swam around inside you. Gold. Blue. And various shifting colors into that of a rainbow. Bred and marked. And you were just getting started.

"MWEH HEH HEH!"

“Careful, someone might think you actually want me.” His goading tone was nails on a chalkboard for you. Your brother’s best friend, Spencer 'I'm better than everyone because I'm mildly famous’ Charnas, knew exactly how to press your buttons. He was staying with your brother in your shared apartment for the last week as his house had a gas leak and needed some renovations. Your brother, the bleeding heart that he is, volunteered to let him ride the couch until the repairs were all finished. He didn’t consult you, and when you came home from your shift, there he was- drinking your wine on your couch in your bathrobe.

“You’re so infuriating.” You gruffed, yanking the glass from his hand before downing it yourself and flopping down on the chair across from him. You had just found out the guy you were going out with tonight, a different friend of your brothers, had cancelled as he was more interested in getting back together with his ex. You weren’t that upset about it, but you were bummed because that meant another night without getting laid. You were going through a bit of a dry spell, and were hoping this might lead to some almost decent action. Instead, you had to go home alone, annoyed, and worst of all- horny.

“And you’re so turned on.” He quipped back, making you whip your head towards his, eyes squinting into daggers. “I know that you were supposed to see Jake tonight and he stood you up, and your brother tells me you haven’t had a date in forever; not to mention I can see that hint of red lace peeking out from under your skirt. It’s pathetic, really.” Well isn’t dick for brains quite the detective. You rolled your eyes, crossing your legs over one another before flipping him off.

“You think you’re such hot shit don’t you? You’re such a fucking ass and all you do is drive me up a wall.” You grumbled, kicking yourself out of your heels. Before you could react, you were pulled out of your chair and pushed up against the wall behind you. 

“First of all- I am hot shit, thank you, babe. Second, the only thing I want to do is drive you against the wall.” He growled, his face so close to yours, you could feel his hot breath against your lips. You could feel the heat rush to your cheeks and your pussy at the close proximity. He smirked, looking at you like some caged animal. You tried to push him away, but he refused to budge.

“C’mon, the way I see it, you get to blow off some steam with the most eligible bachelor in the vicinity, and I get something to hold over your perfect brother’s head forever. It’s a win-win.” He bargained, watching the imaginary wheels turn in your head as you mulled it over.

“Yeah? What about the fact that I hate you and you hate me? Hmm? Doesn’t that throw a wrench in your game plan?” You rebutted back, not even remotely trying to hide the fact that you were all sorts of hot right now. He chuckled, leaning in further to drag his nose along the side of your face until it stopped at the crest of your ear.

“Don’t see why that has to change anything, doll. You and I are two hot people, who both need to let off some steam and have the place all to themselves for the next hour. What’s the worst that’ll happen?” He squashed your concerns while managing to slide a hand up your inner thigh, pushing your skirt up around your waist, fully exposing your panties to the open air. You let out a small gasp, trying to squeeze your thighs together around his large hand.

“Fine, this time only. It doesn’t change anything between us though.” You finally conceded, turning your face to his, only for him to capture your mouth in a searing kiss. His hands moved to the back of your thighs, pulling them up around his waist one at a time so you were fully in his arms against the wall. His lips on yours did nothing to stop the wet patch forming on your panties, nor did the fact that you could feel his hard dick through the robe. He pulled back, letting you catch your breath, smirking at the very obvious look of ‘no wait I wasn’t done yet’ on your face.

He let your legs go back to the ground, drinking your figure in with his eyes. For how much of a prick he was, you couldn’t help but want him so badly. You moved to untie the robe, but he swatted your hand away. 

“Nope, I want to see what’s hiding behind door number 3.” He teased, gripping the lapels of your blouse before tearing it open, making the buttons clatter to the floor. You gasped, giving him a warning look as he ignored it. “Relax- I’ll buy you two more. Now let me enjoy this.” He murmured, lightly tracing his fingers across the intricate lace patterns of the bralette cupping your heaving chest. You tried to hold in your noises, not wanting to give him the satisfaction. Unfortunately for you, he was keen to pick up on this, as he hooked his finger under the strap of your bralette before pulling it and letting it snap against your skin. You moaned, your legs almost giving out beneath you at the small gesture.

“See? You want this just as bad as I do. Let me take care of you.” He spoke softly, attaching his lips to your neck, as he groped your breasts through the thin material. You felt the goosebumps raise on your skin, your excitement only growing as he touched you. 

He left open-mouth kisses down your neck, as he moved towards your chest. He unclasped the bra behind you, and peeled it off, along with the poor excuse for your former blouse. He glanced up at you, eyes searching your own for something, before wrapping his lips around your aching nipple. You couldn’t help the loud gasp that escaped your mouth at the feeling of his warm tongue on your skin. He chuckled, nipping at the bud as he palmed your other tit. Your hands shot up to his hair, tugging at the roots to keep yourself somewhat grounded. 

Pulling off your nipple with a faint ‘pop’, his tongue dragged along your skin further until he reached the hemline of your panties. You tugged on his hair, silently pleading him to keep going. He smiled up at you, pressing a kiss to the exposed skin, before ripping the panties clean off your body, slipping them into his pocket as a keepsake. He licked his lips, looking back up at you for any sign of hesitation, before attaching his mouth to your dripping pussy. 

You let out such an embarrassingly loud cry, he smacked the meat of your thigh, scolding you in his own way. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he tongue flickered over your clit, nudging the bundle of nerves over and over. You could barely stay lucid enough to keep standing, feeling your knees slightly buckle. Sensing this, Spencer hooked one of your thighs over his shoulder to help ease the burden. 

“Spence, I need you, please. Just fuck me already.” You whined, eyes looking down at the man as he devoured your wet cunt. He winked, nodding slightly, as he moved your leg back down before standing up. His hand moved your jaw, gripping it as he pulled you into a sloppy kiss, forcing you to taste yourself on his tongue. You moaned into his mouth, relishing the taste as he deepened the kiss further and pressing his full weight against you. You made out with him, losing any grip of reality that was left, he was just too fucking hot.

“Not so hateful anymore, are we?” He teased, not able to help himself to push one more button of yours. Before you could get another word in, he tugged on the rope keeping the robe intact. It fell to the floor, pooling around his feet. You mewled, the mere sight of his naked form and tattoos sprawled against his skin was enough to have you panting.

You reached your hand out, wrapping it around his hard cock, pulling him into you. You gave it a few pumps, familiarizing yourself with his size, anticipating how it might feel inside you. His hand moved down to your leg, pulling it up against his hip. He pushed your hand away, taking his own length in his hand, rubbing it against your folds. Once he felt it was lubricated enough, he slipped the tip into your entrance before pushing all the way up to the hilt. You moaned, your head falling back against the wall. 

“Eyes on me, I want to watch you fall apart.” He instructed, his hand wrapping around your throat, letting you know he was in total control. You shuddered, nodding at his words, feeling yourself clench around him. 

“Good girl, baby. Your fucking pussy feels as good as it tastes too.” He praised you, a smirk creeping onto his face as he thrusted into you. Your own lips tugged into a smile, matching his own as he fucked you into the wall. The sensation was almost enough to make you howl, feeling your orgasm fastly approach. You knew he could feel you getting closer, his free hand reaching down to swipe through your folds before rubbing at the puffy bud. Your jaw fell slack, watching this man you detested so much play your body like a well-tuned instrument. 

“Spencer, I’m so fucking close, please.” You begged, your eyes focusing on his own, watching the lust pool in them. He groaned, moving faster as his hand kept in rhythm. He gripped your throat harder, feeling your arousal coat his cock and fingers, chasing after his orgasm. 

“Cum for me, angel. I need to feel you coat my fucking cock.” He grunted out, waiting for you to finish first before he dared let himself go. You moaned, feeling your release wash over you in waves. You couldn’t help but drag your nails down his back, pushing his own orgasm over the edge. He groaned, meeting your mouth in a kiss, slipping his tongue into your mouth as he fucked his release into your pussy. You sighed into his mouth, feeling yourself floating on air as you finally got an orgasm you didn’t have to orchestrate yourself. Once Spencer came down from his own high, he pulled back slightly, resting his forehead against yours. 

“See? Not so bad, babe. Who knows? We may need to revisit this mediation at some point.”

Love, A

Gentle strokes across a canvas..a paintbrush being twirled in a cup of water, before paint is re-applied. A list of ideas resting at his side, copied down from his scarf. Ink could call this small part of his day heaven, a peaceful silence as he stands right in the center of a fairytale-esque tower he'd painted with Broomie. Isolated from the rest of the Doodlesphere, able to paint to his heart's content in the comforting quiet. He lets out a hum of contemplation, coming to a stop when he's seemingly finished painting on the canvas in front of him, moving it out of the room so it can dry.

..He could call this heaven, but something's missing. And without that something, it feels much too.. empty. He's never really liked emptiness.. Leaning back a bit on the paint-stained stool he'd been sitting on, he narrows his eyesockets to try and figure out just what that something is. He needs some sort of inspiration..something new, a new idea- but what?

A whoosh snaps him out of his thoughts, causing him to perk up and look towards the entrance of the tower. A grin crosses his face when he spots you waving at him from a short distance away, before walking into the tower with an awestruck expression.

"What's all this?" Amusement fills your tone as you observe your surroundings, smiling a bit as you admire the details. "Trying something new?"

"Yeah! I figured this might help me paint- you know, Rapunzel style- wanted to see what that would feel like. But..I can't help but feel like something's been missing.. I need a new idea. Something fresh. But I don't have any idea what." He hums, furrowing his browbones. His eyelights briefly dart down to the ink vials on his belt, before popping a few of them open to mix then drink them. You blink in slight surprise, before huffing amusedly and pulling a stool over to sit beside him.

"Why don't we try painting together? I might not be the best at it..but maybe working on stuff at the same time could help get some ideas flowing? Gives us a chance to spend time together."

"Oh! Good idea! One sec-" He hops up, reaching over to grab Broomie before quickly painting another easel into existence, alongside paintbrushes and plenty of colors. "There we go! I'm sure with you by my side, I'll think of something good!"

"That's the spirit." You smile kindly, gingerly picking up one of the paintbrushes and debating what you'd like to paint. A look of contemplation crosses your face as you focus on the blank canvas, trying to imagine what you'd like to create in your mind. Ink sits calmly beside you, doing the same..before his eyelights slowly drift over to your form. He rarely blinks, the colors in his eyes shifting with each different one. His gaze stops on your face, on that focused yet calm expression you keep.

Warmth fills his body, a strange sensation for him. His breath he oftentimes forgets he has hitches, causing him to quickly look away. Bright rainbow colors spread across his face, his hand raising to cover his teeth as he does. Where'd that come from?

..His gaze slowly shifts back over to you. The light from the Doodlesphere outside shines in from an open window near the ceiling of the tower, casting itself onto your face and giving it a warm glow. Your calm smile occasionally shifts back into focus, and you narrow your eyes a bit as you make careful strokes. The room feels a little warmer, though Ink can't quite tell if that's from the light acting as a false sun..or if it's something different. Rainbow freckles begin to form alongside his blushing as his emotions enhance.

His expression slowly begins to shift, from awe..into admiration. A warm smile crosses his face, as a new idea pops into his head. He focuses on the canvas before him, making sure his paint is close before beginning to paint his next work. He makes sure to keep looking over, not wanting to miss a single detail as he works.

You hum a tune as you work, calmly painting something you love. The quality of the art isn't all that important right now, what matters is that you love what you're making. That you can pour your emotions into it. That is something truly priceless.

Holding a hand over his mouth for a moment to make sure he doesn't throw up from too much passion, Ink takes a breath before continuing to create. He shakes his head, continuing to focus on his work. A comforting silence fills the tower..the only noises you both can focus on are the strokes of the brushes, as well as your own soft breathing.

"..When'd you get so.. radiant?" He wonders aloud, continuing to focus. You pause mid-stroke, eyes widening in light surprise as you look over at him.

"When- ..When'd I what?" You blink in surprise.

"You're just.." He looks over. "So bright, and stunning. The mood lighting really suits your face, y'know? I think the right word is..radiant. That seems like a good one." He grins.

Warmth rises to your cheeks. You quickly look back to your canvas to avoid his gaze as much as possible (which is difficult because he's staring straight at you), finding your work Very Interesting.

"Ink, you can't just say stuff like that..I'll get the wrong idea, y'know?" You can feel your heartbeat pick up, struggling to try and smother it back into silence.

He tilts his head a bit, smile never ceasing. "It's true, though! You're positively radiant today. I like looking at you, a lot. ..Like..all the time, even. I don't think I could get tired of looking at you."

You raise your hands, covering your face with them. "Stop itt-"

"Accept the compliment, silly!" He gives your shoulder a nudge, before continuing to focus on his painting. "You get even more lovely when you're all flushed, like that. Didn't know that was possible-"

You give his shoulder a nudge, nearly messing him up. He chuckles in response, giving you a more teasing grin before he focuses yet again. Giving a little huff, you take a moment to glance back over at him.

His posture is relaxed, his gaze focused as he continues working on whatever it is he's painting. Each time you try to peek over his shoulder to see, he immediately moves, gently pressing your face back a bit with one of his index fingers.

"No spoilers- I'll show you when it's done." He winks playfully, before getting right back to painting.

You hum in response, turning back to your own work. Well, the background's finished, at least..now you can work on what matters most. What goes over it!

Several minutes pass by, calming and quiet. The ambience of the brush strokes is satisfying, and you find yourself at peace. You do have to take a second to pause when you nearly drink paint water, earning a snicker from Ink before you bump his shoulder again, unable to hide your own smile.

"Okay..I think mine's done. Just gotta let it dry. What about you?" You glance over at Ink, curious to see what sort of masterpiece he'd been working on. He sticks out his rainbow-colored tongue a bit as he focuses on a very carefully painted line, before pulling back.

"I think I'm juuust about done.." He notices something missing, quickly remedying his mistake before giving his work a satisfied smile. "There! Perfect. Wanna see?"

"Yes! I've been dying to see. Practically skin and bones over here. I fear..if I don't see your work..I may fall down on the spot-" You drape an arm over your forehead dramatically, leaning slightly to the side so he can catch you with a laugh.

"Well, we can't have that! ..Hmm. How about..we show each other? On three?" He gently grabs the sides of his canvas to lift it, making sure not to smudge his work since it's still drying.

You quickly nod, lifting yours as well.

"One..twooo..two and a half..."

"Ink!" You let out a laugh.

"Three!"

You both turn your canvases at the same time, facing each other with excited smiles. Ink's eyelights shift into the shape of stars as he looks over your work, gently pulling it towards himself as you pull his canvas over to yourself.

"We had the same idea! Oh my stars, this is amazing! You did so well, I see improvement here from last time! Have you been practicing without me? I can totally tell, don't lie!" He smiles, looking over at your face. As soon as he does..he's stunned into silence.

Your awestruck look is priceless, the shine typically seen hiding away in your eyes glowing as bright as it can. Your face warms far more than it already had been as you look over each small detail he'd noticed, feeling your heart race. ..The fact that he took the time to recreate your likeness so carefully..accurately..making you into a true work of art..it fills your heart with warmth.

Ink freezes for a second, before clearing his nonexistent throat. Is it getting warmer in here?

"Uh..you okay?" He smiles, raising a browbone. You quickly snap out of it, shaking your head so you can focus.

"Yeah! I just- Wow-" You blink, earning a chuckle from the skeleton beside you. He sits your canvas back onto your easel, before pulling you into a hug. You quickly move his out of the way so it isn't smudged, hugging him in return and savoring his warmth.

"I take it that means you like it?"

"Duh! It's amazing, dude-- Uh..what..were you saying?.." You sheepishly mutter.

He rolls his eyes playfully. "I was saying that yours is amazing! You're doing great, I can't wait to see what you make in the future. Everything you make is a pure work of art. ..I love it."

He pulls back, resting his forehead against your own. You close your eyes for a moment, laughing softly before opening them again to look at him.

"..I'm glad.. Can't believe we had the same idea."

"We're just..in sync like that- A perfect pair." He grins.

Be it platonic, or romantic.

He'd ask a lot of question; what? Why? but as I said he's clueless. Of course, he had seen people dating in some of the aus but he never experienced it himself.

As I said if you're more of an artistic person, he'd support every move that you make. Constantly complementing your work. Would be extremely honoured if you'd draw him, paint him, make sculpture of him or give him a gift, like a braselet just for him!! Tears of joy, literally.

This silly would absolutely draw you so he'd sometimes ask if you'd pose for him. If you agree he's pleased, and if you don't? Well he'd draw you in secret. At one point you will find out, but who cares? However even if you'll agree posing for him he'd draw you in secret, just when you're doing normal things, being yourself.

Are you someone who dyes their hair? Amazing!! He'd ask you if he can help, he really wants to help. Don't expect for it to be perfect, though. He doesn't know much, nor anything.. Really. You'd have to teach him but I hope you don't mind? This skeleton would put a shit tone of rainbow in your hair so it that's not what you're into, you'd have to remind him that.

If you like to dye your hair yourself, he's perfectly fine with that too! He can help you with mixing the paint or give you some towels.

He has shit tone of sketchbooks dedicated just for you!!

Since he's really forgetful and has a short term memory he'd write important dates on his scarf. Like your anniversary or your birthday!! Forgive him if he'd forget, he's a bit scary in a silly way.

If you're away from eachothers for some times, he'd give you some little things that remind him of you. Nothing too big, though. Like something that you both only get, an inside joke between you or a really pretty flower.

If you're a cuddler then i must dissapoint you couse this guy can seat still for a long period of time!! The longest he will seat if he'd take a quick nap which is really really rare because I headcanon that he doesn't have to sleep??

The first kiss would be an incident or be really awkward. He's really really trying to be romantic, but can you blame him for ruining such an important moment? He's trying his best + it'd probably a great, funny and wholesome memory. That only you will remember