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Resonance with Rus

Raffle Winner One-shot for @awesometurtletails Swapfell Papyrus x Reader Specifics:  Soulmates.  NSFW Smut

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Keywords: soulmate, soul resonance, friends-to-lovers, piercings, marking, female reader, 69'ing

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“hey, where are ya goin’? c'mere, darlin’.”

Papyrus pulls you back into the booth and onto his lap. You squirm, laughing, and push lightly against his chest. The action is a farce; you don’t want to break his hold on you, and from the smirk that crosses his sharp teeth, he knows it too.

“I was just going to get another round and maybe order some fries. I’m starting to get hungry,” you inform him, one of your arms looping around his neck. You’ve been friends with Papyrus for nearly six months now. What started as little flirty conversations at Muffet’s had turned into hangouts at his house, eating dinner with him and his brother (although the burritos tore your stomach to shreds every time you actually gave in and ate one), and exchanging flirtatious texts each night. There was a definite mutual attraction, and you both ended up comfortable enough with one another for plenty of physical contact, but you’d never taken it further than that. There had never been a kiss, other than one on the cheekbone, and the innuendo remained mere implications of what could be.

But tonight, Papyrus was in a good mood that had everything to do with how much vodka he had mixed with his barbeque sauce. His arms went around your waist, dragging you closer to his fur-lined coat, and his face dropped to your neck, where he shook his head.

“nope. you can stay right here and feed my hunger instead.”

His breath is so warm against your neck, and his voice comes out in a low, rough baritone that you’ve fallen asleep listening to on the phone on more than one occasion. You ramp up the flirting by fingering the processes of the vertebrae of his neck–a touch you know he loves–and make a thoughtful sound in the back of your throat.

“Hmmm…” Your fingers curl so your fingernails rake along his spine, and you immediately feel him shiver in response, his breath hitching and arms tightening. “Just what are you hungry for, Rus?”

You can feel his teeth move against the side of your neck when he answers, “somethin’ i’ve been dyin’ to taste for so long, darlin’.” He pulls back enough to meet your gaze. His eyelights are bright orange pin-pricks that search your eyes, and you understand immediately that this is your chance. If you want to take things further than just flirtatious remarks and arms around one another in the dark, then you can.

And boy, do you ever.

“What’s stopping you?” you whisper, the query holding the hint of a challenge as your lips curve in a smirk.

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The Raven

There once was a girl named Lenore And a bird and a bust and a door And a guy with depression And a whole lot of questions And the bird always says “Nevermore.”

Footprints in the Sand There was a man who, at low tide Would walk with the Lord by his side Jesus said “Now look back; You’ll see one set of tracks. That’s when you got a piggy-back ride.”

Response to ‘This Is Just To Say’ This note on the fridge is to say That those ripe plums that you put away Well, I ate them last night They tasted all right Plus I slept with your sister. M’kay?

Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening There once was a horse-riding chap Who took a trip in a cold snap He stopped in the snow But he soon had to go: He was miles away from a nap.

Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night There was an old father of Dylan Who was seriously, mortally illin’ “I want,” Dylan said “You to bitch till you’re dead. “I’ll be pissed if you kick it while chillin’.”

I Wandered Lonely As a Cloud There once was a poet named Will Who tramped his way over a hill And was speechless for hours Over some stupid flowers This was years before TV, but still.

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