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doodlinganon · 4 years

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Ill add a picture later.

This is little AU for some characters whose story I will officially write out later. Vore warning, completely safe. Slightly out of character

This world has always had a rather unique way of showing soul mates. I guess hollow got tired of people thinking they were in love with the wrong person. Now you know when you’ve found your soul mate. How? You can hear their thoughts, in your head. All you have to do is meet them once, and bam. Mind link, now you’re stuck knowing what someone is thinking forever. It’s actually kind of sweet though.

Cassandra’s first day at a new school in a completely new town. Her mom met a local doctor on their vacation and a year later they’d moved across the states. Cass had grown up in a prominently human town, so all the creatures she’d met so far were pretty new to her. In all honesty it wasn’t going half bad though. She’d made it through the first half of the school day, no incidents, no one threatening to eat her, so far, so good.

She made her way to her Biology two class. The teacher helps put a stole beside her chair so she can climb into it, and she sit down pretty contently. Until he comes in.

Jacob is what was known as a goliath. Fifteen feet tall, known for their appetite, crazy good senses, and being incredibly protective. And if that wasn’t enough, he was pretty popular amongst his classmates.

He had to stop the surprise that hit him when he walked into his class and saw a little human girl sitting in the normally empty seat beside him.

“Mr. Alan, Cassandra is your new lab partner, please make her feel welcome,” the teacher gestures to Jacob’s seat. He takes a deep breath and sits down beside the girl.

Cass looks up at the goliathian man with wide eyes slowly raising her hand to wave at him. “H-hi....” she smiled shyly.

‘Gah don’t embarrass yourself you’ll never live it down.’ She hears in her head. She quickly looks around in confusion before Jacob sighs. “Hi, I’m Jacob. It’s a pleasure,” he nodds his head smiling softly. ‘Fuck she smells amazing... wonder what she taste like.’ The voice in her head sounds identical to the man now sitting beside her.

The class quickly fills up not giving her the chance to talk to him again. As the teacher started the lesson she couldn’t help but notice him casually looking down at her.

‘I bet she’d be pretty squirmy, humans normally are, they don’t know how to react to being eaten.’ He chuckles softly and she looks away from him trying to keep her face on the board. A blush gradually growing across her cheeks.

The teacher goes about calling on random students to answer his questions. Cassie got called on so she happily answered, most of this being a review. What are the three main domains of life? “Bacteria, Archaea, Eukarya,” she smiles happily when the teacher tells her that’s correct and sits back down pushing her hair behind her shoulders.

That’s when his voice perked back up In her head. ‘Such a sweet little voice... and small hands... and oh hollow she smells amazing.’ He sighs softly. Maybe he just so focused on eating me he’s not hearing my thoughts... or he’s just being obvious... she thought to herself

‘Mmmmm she would fit perfectly right in my stomach. Snuggled up and cozy inside me. I could make it enjoyable for her. Aggggh but how do you ask someone, hey can I eat you?’ She hears him grumble to himself as the teacher starts handing out the assignment giving her something to actually focus on.

‘I guess I won’t get the chance... but oh if I could. Ugh I’d just swallow up and keep her in my stomach. Away from all these other preds... safe inside me.’ Out of the corner of her eyes she sees him hug his stomach almost sadly while a blush thoroughly covers her cheeks.

‘Hollow she smells delicious....’ he sighs and gets started on the paper work thoughts of the little human tucked inside his belly. Somewhere safe where no one can touch her. He looks around the classroom annoyed to see other students taking notice of her too. He just wanted to pull her close and swallow her up. He wouldn’t hurt her. Some of these other they just might... but he couldn’t dream of it.

The bell would ring and everyone began collecting their things, leaving the class.

“Maybe wait till after school to eat me,” Cassie pats his arm shyly and climbs down heading out of the classroom.

Jacob sat back in shock watching her walk out of the classroom. Oh hollows tits she heard me she heard all of it! Oh fuck I just scared off my soul mate. He stands slowly mortified before realizing. She wasn’t freaked out... she just basically said not yet

He left the classroom quickly trying to find her.

She was on her way to lunch when he catches up with her. “You’re my soulmate!” He grins excitedly down at her. “You’re my soul mate and you’re absolutely adorable!”

She looks up at him in surprise and laughs softly. “yeah.... could’ve done without you practically drooling over me though.”

“Dear hollow I’m so sorry about that, I never meant for you to hear that I was just hungry...” his stomach growls audibly to emphasize his point. “But hey it’s lunch time come eat lunch with me, I mean normally I sit with the football team but you can sit with us!”

Cass looks up at Jacob in surprise, “that’s not necessary Jacob.” ‘Really it’s not... I don’t wanna impose...’ she thinks to herself squeaking in surprise when he hugs her to him.

“It’s no imposition come on.” He pulls her along behind him gently. He helps her though the line grinning like an idiot as she sat beside him. He let her sit on his backpack so she can see over the table. ‘Fuck she’s adorable...’

He practically showed her off to the rest of his friends. Then walked her from class to class. At the end of the day he meets her outside rubbing the back of his neck shyly.

“If you were serious about after school... I could give you a ride back to my place... and... agh...” he rubs his neck nervously and looks away

“That sounds like a plane.” She looks up at him smiling softly and a wave of relief washed over him. He shows her to his truck, helps her in, then buckles the seat belt.

“It’s not a long drive and I promise you’ll enjoy this!” ‘Hollow knows I’m gonna love feeling her slide down my throat.’ He starts the car pulling out of the parking lot pretty quickly.

There was a steady flow of questions between the two as he drives. Questions about their lives and hobbies, up until he parked in the drive way of his house.

Jacob grinned excitedly helping her out of the car but instead of setting her down he just carried her inside, relieved his parents were both still at work.

“Are you completely sure you’re okay with this....” he sets her down on his bed sitting in front of her. “I won’t do this if you aren’t sure....”

“I’m sure...” she whispers blushing happily gaining a sigh of relief. He started unbuttoning the bottom buttons of his shirt before looking at her.

“Uhm if you’ve got clothes under those you might wanna take the top layer off, so you have something dry to wear home.” She looks at herself and laughing nodding softly. She would pull her top off and push it into her book bag then her skirt slightly relieved she always wore shorts under her skirts. “Are you ready...” he looks down at her smiling happily

“Yeah I’m ready.” She blushes shyly.

Jacob pulls her closer at those words and pulls her shoes, then socks off, setting them with her stuff. He slowly places her feet into his mouth blushing from the amount of drool he started to produce. He held her up with both hands slowly savoring her taste. Her feet hit the back of his throat and he swallows sending her feet down his throat along with part of her legs.

‘Oh fuck you taste amazing,’ he thinks happily glad she can hear him.

He runs his tongue along her legs savoring her sweet taste before taking another gulp, her arms now pinned to her sides, her head and shoulders sticking out of his mouth. He closes his eyes happily and tilts his head back letting gravity do the rest of the work as he gave one more heavy swallow sending the little lady down into his gut.

He lays back slowly rubbing his slightly bulged stomach as she settles herself. It was dark and damp, but the mixture of warmth, the sounds of his stomach churning and gurgling, and his heart beat surrounding her, this was the most comfortable she’d ever been.

Another great thing about goliaths, they have full control of their stomach. He closes his eyes and rub his belly contently. “Let’s take nap hm?” He yawns and pulls his blanket up slowly dozing off with his hand cradling his stomach.

#soft vore #extreme cuddling #soulmate

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doodlinganon · 4 years

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Saw a kids book the other day called 'we don't eat our classmates' it's about a trex starting school and keeps trying to eat the human kids (managing to hold them in her mouth multiple times) and it made me think: what if it were young skeletons instead? Like, if monsters had been on the surface for a long time (or never sealed) and were quite big and went to school and got in situations were they would swallow a kid and be told off, like red doing it and blue tattling ~Syrup's borrower

Awwww oh my gosh that’s so cute.

Here’s a mini story i just HAD to write

“Now, Red, what did we say the rules were?”

“d-don’t...don’t eat friends...” says the sad little baby bones as he reluctantly unzips his tummy and lets the other dazed kindergartner inside tumble out.

“Right. Now tell Kayla you’re sorry for scaring her.”

“’m sorry...was tryin’ to hug you more an’ i did it wrong.” now he’s sniffling.

Blue, who’d gotten the teacher when Red hadn’t listened to him, runs over and hugs tightly to the other skeleton child, “I’M SORRY, TOO! I JUST WANTED TO MAKE SURE YOU AND KAYLA WERE BOTH OKAY!”

“You were both trying to be good friends, we just have to remember that humans aren’t used to how monsters bond, okay? You’re not in trouble, Red, it was an honest mistake.”

Kayla, now more at herself, jumps up and hugs Red, too, “That was fun! I like skeleton hugs!” Though, she does add, “Maybe just not do it at school? I don’t want you in trouble.”

Red feels much better since he wasn’t in trouble, nobody was mad at him, and everybody was hugging him.

#awww #noms #red

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doodlinganon · 4 years

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((Ok so in my head Blue is a reluctant pred. He likes it, but it takes a lot to make him not just feel overwhelmingly guilty about enjoying this even if it’s safe. So have some Swap Sans vore! I wanted to play more with the pred’s pov since my last couple were more prey focused. Also sorry for making it a not romantic thing but my ace butt prefers it that way. Friends should be able to cuddle friends, dammit! But I guess if you wanna you can squint and just assume Blue has a budding crush and/or is in denial of a crush. Regardless, enjoy!))

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doodlinganon · 4 years

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Imma be real, the initial kernel of an idea came from a dream. Maybe it’s a weird mix of characters, in that Swap Pap is a normal skel and Fell Sans is a big mer. Whatever, I hope you enjoy anyways.

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doodlinganon · 4 years

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Fellswap! And Fish! I haven’t done mers yet, and work is being a bitch lately (essential retail worker, whoo) so a comfy story seemed appropriate. This one ended up kinda short, but I hope you enjoy!

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doodlinganon · 4 years

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Headless Rider

A town terrorized by a supernatural force, with Reader as it’s only hope!

prompt from Shy anon (thank you hon~)

words under cut

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#i was excited for this one ever since shy suggested it!#it turned out really good #soft vore #safe vore #chain #shamedump #writing

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doodlinganon · 4 years

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So I’m ordinarily awful at actually stating which AU I’m using except if you pick it up by context clues. Whoops. But I guess that also works because you can slot in a skele of your choice. I had UT Sans in mind for this one, probably a little bigger than the reader here just to accommodate what ends up happening. I also wanted to do one where it wasn’t the first times noms had happened. That was the whole thought process. With that, I’ll shut up so you can actually read lol

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You were both on the couch watching TV. It was nice, just to be able to chill out like this. You were crammed into the corner of the couch made by the armrest and backrest meeting, and the skeleton across from you mirrored the positioning in the opposite corner. This left your legs to become a haphazard yet somehow comfortable tangle on the middle cushions between you, with a blanket laid over for added warmth.

You were so chilled out at the moment that your eyes started to droop. You fought sleep back and shifted your legs, which drew Sans’ attention from the screen to you.

“you nodding off on me there?” he asked, amused.

“A little.” You paused to stifle a yawn. “Dunno why.”

“then nap, obviously. i don’t mind.”

“Of course you wouldn’t, O Nap Master.” You chuckle, and have to stifle another yawn with less success this time. Dangit.

“join the borg.” He was clearly having fun teasing you, much to your sleepy annoyance.

“Resistance is futile, blah blah. Yeah. Fine, I’ll nap.” You moved to get up to follow through, but Sans verbally stopped you.

“where ya goin’?”

“To nap. Duh. Don’t wanna hamper what you’re doing, and also don’t wanna ruin my back by sleeping in a half sitting up position.”

He quirked a brow at you “like i’d pass up a chance to nap?” He seemed to get an idea, and asked “hey, why don’t we nap together?”

You felt your face heat up, much to your chagrin. “What?”

Sans pulled the blanket off both of you and sat up straighter so that you could see it as he pat his belly while reiterating “nap together, y'know?”

You felt the heat in your face intensify and leak to your ears and neck. You couldn’t manage words for a moment.

Sans chuckled and poked your leg as he cajoled “i know you sleep pretty good with me.”

“‘Pretty well’, you mean.” You couldn’t help but correct.

His wry smile told that he intentionally misspoke, likely since knew that stuff bugged you.

You took your turn to chuckle. “Fine, you win. Nap buddies it is.”

He lit up and seemed eager as he pulled his legs under himself and sized you up. You waited for him make the first move.

However, he surprised you by going for your feet. He grabbed both of your ankles lightly and guided them into his mouth. This felt oddly backwards, but you let it happen regardless.

You both heard and felt the first gulp, and now your shins brushed his upper teeth. Another, and you felt the back of your knees on his tongue. He’d bent over to accommodate the fact that your torso still reclined on the couch, and now you were pulled away from your armrest and flat on your back along the couch as the lower half of your thighs were sucked into his throat. This sudden motion drew a surprised squeak out of you (dammit.) which caused Sans to immediately stop and snap his eyelights to your face in concern.

Your heart was fluttering as usual, fight or flight kicking in despite knowing this was safe. You told yourself it was just the direction throwing you off. Given this, you gave him an encouraging nod and he relaxed.

Consent reaffirmed, he gave another gulp - notably stronger - as he worked around your hips. This left you half in, half out. Your knees down had already squished into his stomach proper by now, which is why they instinctively bent up when Sans moved. He had his hands on your back for support and sat up again which left your torso vertical over his upturned face. Gravity alone slid you a few inches deeper.

You noticed your bent legs meant your feet had pressed into the front of his stomach, actually creating a noticeable lump. You’d never seen yourself pressing out from inside, obviously, so you couldn’t quite help but watch as moving your feet a little made the lump move as well.

You smiled when Sans removed a hand from your back to smooth it over the bump. To you it seemed he was acknowledging what you were doing but also not trying to stop you. You watched a moment more as that lump filled out when he swallowed around you again and more of you entered his stomach.

One more swallow drew you in deep enough that your observing angle was lost. Your arms were left bent up to shoulder level since your torso was fully inside Sans but your arms were outside. You didn’t get time to be too awkward since the next pull dragged your head in, leaving just forearms and hands sticking up.

Sans entwined his fingers in yours, and gave your hand a quick squeeze before the final gulp pulled you fully inside to curl up cozily.

Once down, you let him adjust to sprawl over the couch first and then wriggled yourself into optimal position. After you got comfy you nuzzled your head into the wall both for affection and to signal you didn’t plan on squirming further. He sighed deeply, and you turned slightly into the rubs he was giving your back.

“Got experimental on me, huh?” You said after a moment.

“you did a little there, too.” he responded, still trying to catch his breath a little. (To be fair, swallowing a whole person had to take effort. But why do skeletons breathe?)

“Turnabout is fair play?”

“eh, i’ll grant you that.”

“So, thoughts?”

You felt the slight tug as he presumably shrugged. “other way is easier. but this was kinda fun.”

“And I’ll grant you that.”

“and your experiment?”

“Eh, more morbid curiosity than experiment.” A concerning thought popped in your head. “That didn’t hurt, did it? Stretching like that?”

“i have to stretch way more to get all of ya in there. all good. kinda felt good, actually.”

“Really? Ok, now I’m running an experiment.”

You stretched your arms out in front of you slowly until they pressed into the wall and you felt the opposing resistance was adequate. Then you let up, repositioned, and repeated.

You laughed victoriously when Sans started to purr. Your amusement caused the blue glow in the chamber to ramp up, which you knew equalled a blush.

“You little deviant!” You crowed, still giggly.

“yeah, and you’re not?” he laughed back even as the glow increased again.

“The two aren’t mutually exclusive!” You did let up though, and the glow dimmed back to its normal muted level.

After a moment of comfortable silence, he yawned and you responded in kind. Ah. Right. You were supposed to sleep.

“welp, ‘night nap buddy.” he said.

You scoffed. “Pfft, it’s the middle of the day. But sure.”

You both drifted off shortly thereafter, and the only sounds were light snores and he forgotten TV.

#noms #cute times!#the way you write is so realistic!

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doodlinganon · 4 years

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Outside Perspective

Saw an ask somebody sent @shamedump, and this happened. Posted with their blessing, enjoy!

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Papyrus glanced up from his book when he caught movement from the corner of his socket, leaving him to blandly watch his brother’s human datemate vault the coffee table in front of him and skirt into the kitchen. The red and crimson blur chasing after them was indeed said brother of his, and he instead stepped up onto and leapt off of the same coffee table before skidding into the kitchen.

Papyrus glared at the sneaker shaped dust print on the tabletop, but he had to give the human credit for getting Sans off his lazy coccyx. So he let it slide.

He heard the human call, out of breath equally from running and laughter, “Too slow, Bonehead!”

There was a skuffling on the hardwood in the kitchen, so they must have been doing a ring around the kitchen table like children.

“big talk, babe. i’ll make you eat those words.” Sans threatened, voice hitting a lower register that made the human squeak.

The smaller skeleton’s attempt at distraction had clearly backfired, the human crowed in victory and was the first to reappear in Papyrus’ peripheral vision.

The human raspberried at Sans before darting out of the kitchen, and Papyrus tensed and whirled around when he heard a loud crash and a body hitting the floor.

“fuck! babe, really? tippin chairs is goddamn cheating!” Sans was in the door of the kitchen, sprawled over a toppled chair. Papyrus relaxed, going back to the book.

“All’s fair in love and war, Honey!” they called, sprinting out of the room again into the living room.

Sans growled, picking himself up from the chair and disappearing.

In the next room over, Papyrus heard a much softer collision of bodies as the human probably ran into Sans, and his laughter and their grunting indicated he’d finally nabbed them and they were trying to squirm free. Good luck with that, human.

“Hey! If tipping chairs is cheating, fucking teleporting is waaaaay more cheaty!”

“aww, and here i thought all was fair in love and war. and honestly, i’m sick of war.”

“Bleugh! How in the fuck does a skeleton have as much spit as you do?! Get your damn tongue off my fa-”

The human’s voice cut off, leading Papyrus to roll his eyes. He really should have clued in sooner given what Sans had said at the kitchen table, damn his stupid puns. There were some following squishy sounds and his brother’s pleased chuckles dissolving into purrs. Papyrus didn’t need to see to know exactly what had happened, but any of the nonexistent doubts he had were gone when Sans calmly re-entered the room a few minutes later, hands rubbing his stomach.

Sans took the other side of the couch, and Papyrus took the opportunity to lightly swat the back of his brother’s skull.

Sans was oh so briefly indignant, looking to Papyrus’ unimpressed expression.

“REALLY? GET A DAMN ROOM NEXT TIME.” the younger monster admonished.

The elder unabashedly snickered, “sure, boss.” he took the TV remote Papyrus offered and flipped the appliance on before settling back in the cushions, free hand absently rubbing his stomach again.

Papyrus felt himself affectionately smirking. What a damn dork of a brother he’d ended up with.

#soft vore #safe vore #sans #writing #so cute!

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doodlinganon · 4 years

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aww i love the naga! friskes and charas! can i get your hc of them being swallowed up by their skele's for the first time? why? reactions on both sides?

okay, under a cut for length, cause this is cute.

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#needed some comfort #i forgot how much i love them #soft vore #safe vore #undertail vore #frisk #sans #papyrus #shamedump

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doodlinganon · 4 years

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@sketchy-vore

“Bran our Ravens idea of having fun this morning, he holds on just enough to keep hold without hurting me.”

Video/caption by Lloyd & Rose Buck Bird Specialists & Handlers

#this immediately made me think of you

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doodlinganon · 4 years

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(Another skelesnake, I’m on a roll with them as of late. Most of the headcanons associated with how they work is still lifted from Shamedump, cause they’re neat. My demiromantic, ace ass found a lack of platonic noms, but if you wanna take this as a budding romance I won’t stop you. And I was also using this as an experiment with second person POV, since I’ve never used it. Anywho, I’ll shut up and get to the story.)

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God, you hated retail.

You let yourself plonk heavily into one of the cheap patio chairs provided in the break room, pulling out your phone. You glanced around the room as you wrestled your phone out of your pants pocket, and made the mistake of locking eyes with Jerry.

Every retail store has one. The one worker that’s slow, lazy, and all around a pain. No one ever knows how they keep a job but there they are. That’s Jerry. A spindly, older man that was made all the more bitter by never escaping retail, blaming everyone else when he was clearly the problem. You were saved an awkward conversation by the new hire walking in.

Well, slithering to be more accurate.

Sans was a naga skeleton. Monsters had been reintroduced to humanity a few years back. Thank God the laws were finally in place and the monsters’ citizenship finally granted after a legal battle that took far too long in your opinion.

Jerry’s open sneer proved he was aligned with those who had fought to deny that citizenship. Sans ignored you both (as he tended to ignore everyone unless specifically asked.) and went to his locker. He left right after, but Jerry leapt at the opportunity to talk to you since you were freshly alone again. Damnit.

“I can’t believe they let that thing work with people.” Jerry spat. This wasn’t the first similar sentiment you’d heard. Especially not from Jerry.

You tried to stay out of it, hoping your lack of engagement would shut the racist up.

No such luck. “The thing can’t even do it’s damn job! Can’t use a forklift, why do they let it stock shelves?! It’s a burden!”

“HE,” you put obvious emphasis on the proper pronoun, “uses his magic instead. He works alongside everyone else just fine.” You feel the anger boiling, especially after last week’s incident where Jerry nearly ran over Sans’s tail with said forklift on “accident.” (Not that corporate would do anything without “sufficient proof.”) You realize you’ve already said too much and try to bite your tongue.

“It shouldn’t be around people in the first place! Our ancestors sealed them away, why don’t we do it again?”

That does it! “My God Jerry, get a life. All you do these days is bitch about monsters. They’ve done nothing wrong! They’re people who just want to be left alone to live their lives, and I can’t believe you’ve taken up such issue with that. If you don’t like monsters so much, just leave them alone! Because I’m sure they’d all be happy to not have to deal with you, I swear!”

You feel the adrenaline wear off, and look back at a stunned Jerry. You decide that’s enough of a break, and storm out of the room.

As you exit, you see Sans on a lone patio chair out in the hall. Guess he was taking his own break, and elected to steer clear of Jerry. You feel the blush on your cheeks like fire as you immediately wonder how much he heard of your snap. You shuffle past in a rush and nearly trip when you hear Sans voice a casual “thanks.”

You stop long enough to look back to see him looking at you with a small smile, throw him and awkward one of your own coupled with a rushed nod, and continue your shuffle away back to the sales floor.

God, what’s HR gonna do with you?

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HR didn’t do much.

Not that that’s surprising, in retrospect. Jerry and you both got called in, given a verbal slap on the wrist, but neither one got a write up.

While that outcome was anticlimactic, you did get a positive result elsewhere. Sans had started talking to you at work, and eventually you two exchanged numbers. Nearly a year later, you were hanging out outside of work. It was a nice friendship you two had going, and you guess you had to thank Jerry for it, which was ironic.

You were both at your house, playing a video game together. It was a Co-Op game you both had interest in but no one else to play with, so this wasn’t the first time he’d been over for a gaming session. You both laughed when you fell off the stage and died, but the mirth was cut short by the power cutting out.

“the hell?” Sans voiced, conjuring a glowing red bone to cast at least some dim light into the dark room.

“Lemme see.” You respond, pulling out your phone. You check for scheduled outages or weather notifications. “Crap. The snowstorm that was supposed to brush by changed course. Whiteout.”

“welp. guess i’m sticking around, eh?”

“Yep. If you think I’m letting you leave in a white out you’re batshit. I’ll grab some blankets.”

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You’d decided to sleep downstairs to be a better host, and Sans had insisted you take the couch. He had a pillow nest on the floor using literally every pillow and plushie you owned save the one you were using. He swore he was comfortable in the pile, so you two had grabbed every blanket you had and divided the hoard in half. Both sufficiently burritoed against the chill settling into the house with the heater down, you tried to sleep.

You woke up who knows how long later, freezing.

You were shivering, and evidently the blankets and fuzzy PJs hadn’t been enough. Your toes were numb when you checked, but Sans seemed ok when you glanced over.

Maybe grabbing your heavy winter jacket would help. You got up to go hunting by the light of your phone but whirled around at the sound of abrupt motion behind you.

It was just Sans, he’d whipped up from his spot and had summoned a bone in his hand, looking around wildly before his eyelights settled on you. “jeez, kid.” he breathed in obvious relief. He let the bone disappear.

“Sorry, I thought I was quiet.”

“ya were. i sleep light, old habit from underground. couldn’t sleep?”

“I’m freezing my ass off. Well, more my toes. I was gonna grab a jacket. You doing ok temperature wise?”

“all good. perks of being a skeleton. in fact, c’mere.”

He adjusted a spot in his nest, looping his coils to leave a loose circle of tail.

“Y-you want me to lie there?” You ask, teeth already starting to chatter.

“i’m warm, you ain’t. seems obvious.” Sans shrugged, gesturing to the space he’d made.

You gingerly lay yourself where indicted, and he closes his coils around you loosely, then tosses the blanket over the both of you. You thank him, and apologize when he flinches away from the touch of your icy extremities. He brushes off the apology and instructs you to make sure to keep them in contact with the glowing red magic of his tail. You reluctantly do so after a bit feeling comes back as pins and needles, but you do feel better. You try to sleep again.

But can’t stop shivering enough to actually slip into sleep.

Eventually, after a few more apologies and the realization that you won’t be able to sleep the rest of the night settles in for both of you, Sans seems to have an idea. “kid, you trust me?”

“Yeah, why?”

“i have a solution. it’s no biggie for nagas, or it was at least before we were sealed away. quickly figured it ain’t so much for humans.”

“Now I’m curious. Spit it out.”

Sans laughed, “heh. more of a pun than you know.”

You just look at him confusedly.

“i could swallow you, kid.”

You tense up. “What?”

“relax. told you, it’s normal for nagas. before the underground, we’d do it with our kids or heal friends and family that way. shit, it’s even part of courting in the right context.”

“…And this context would be?”

“a friend is fuckin cold and i can help is the context, kid. unless you’re cool with not sleeping.”

You hesitated. “This is safe? You’re sure?”

“i did it to paps when he was a babybones, and he’s still around. been awhile, but yeah. it’s safe.”

You fiddled with your hands. You did trust him, even if your instincts were revolting at the idea of allowing yourself to be eaten. No, this was a stupid debate. You knew you were being irrational. You took a breath before nodding. “Ok. Let’s do it.”

Sans uncoiled from around you, and you found yourself already missing the heat. At his request you sat up straight in front of him, and gave him your hands. He guided them into his mouth, and you flinched when your fingers brushed against his tongue.

He let you flinch away, and waited for you to make the first move to start again. Shaking just a bit, you laid your hands back in his mouth. Given this go ahead he used his hands to guide them farther back until you felt the back of your hand touch what felt like a throat. How did a skeleton have a…?

You didn’t really complete the thought as a swallow drew your hands and upper arms into his gullet, and you were brought face to face with the monster. His jaw popped and unhinged, and he guided your head to duck under his sharp teeth and follow your arms into his maw.

He swallowed again and your head was now in his throat, and that sort of felt like the point of no return. Oddly, that brought a sense of calm over you rather than dread and your curiosity came to the forefront. The material around you was warm and fleshy like his tail, but just like his coils it didn’t quite feel “right” for flesh. It was slicker and almost felt like a heated waterbed with a thick rubber or silicone membrane.

That train of thought also died at another swallow, and now you could feel your hips balancing on his teeth. You were spared the spikes of his fangs by what seemed to be his tongue laid over them, which you were grateful for. His skull tilted back, and you sunk deeper into the tight confines. Simultaneously, your hands felt an even tighter squeeze before the pressure let up completely.

Another swallow above and you were pushed down past that same tightness before being released into an open chamber beyond. A final gulp and your legs joined you. You heard a deep breath around you, apparently that had taken some effort. You felt like you should be scared, but despite the adrenaline you felt more numb. Maybe it was just the dregs of fight or flight? Anyway, you used your heightened senses to take in all the stimuli around you. It was wonderfully warm, and the air was easily breathable. The area was more open than his esophagus for sure, but your body filled most of the available space. You used some of your limited movement capabilities to lightly push at the wall, to find it was pliable to pressure and your hand sunk in. It was slick and almost felt wet, but you could tell that your body was in no way damp. You felt Sans press in over the space your own hand was pressing out, and the odd numb feeling dissipated into calm.

“you ok in there, kid?” Sans finally asked, voice both close and muffled.

“Yeah, I’m fine. You were right, this is much warmer.”

“heh, told ya. aight, i’m gonna get comfortable myself.”

You felt movement around you, but it was brief. He seemed to coil back up in what was probably the nest and then movement ceased. You’d pulled your hand back when he’d started moving, but now curiosity had your palm back out, running it along the wall as a test of texture.

Red made an odd growling sound, and you clenched into a ball in reaction. “What’s that?” You ask in mild alarm.

“sorry, just me. couldn’t help it, …that felt nice.” Sans answered, the latter half pretty reluctantly.”

“This?” You clarify, running your fingers down the wall in front of you again.

Sans didn’t verbally answer, but that growl came again.

“Are you… purring?”

“you ain’t gonna make me say that, are ya?” Sans sounded desperate and mortified, and you couldn’t help but laugh heartily.

“yeah, yeah. get your laughs in kid.” Sans says with a chuckle, and you both seem happy for the newfound levity in such an odd situation (for you at least).

“What? You want me to stop?” You tease and rub at the walls more.

“shut up, you little shit.” His insult held no real bite, and only drew a giggle from you.

You let him off the hook though, just letting your hands explore around you. He seemed happy to concede the banter and just enjoy the quiet, and after a little time under your ministrations the tissue got softer under your hands. It seemed he was actually relaxing, which was gratifying.

After a bit the purring hitched as Sans yawned, and you surprised yourself by yawning in reply. Oh right, it was the middle of the night.

“you ok to sleep?” Sans asked.

You nod, before realizing your mistake and instead calling “Yeah, I am.” You pull your hands back again and adjust to a comfortable sleeping position. “Thanks, again.”

“don’t mention it kid. night.”

“Goodnight.”

You drift to sleep in record time, warm and safe.

#this #this is the comfort vore stories we deserve #i loved it!#red is one cute boy

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