As had become the usual, Frisk started the loop by cumming on Sans’ cock. But something was different. He’d always been taking them, pounding them as they did so, right from the start.

But this time, they were riding him, rather than being taken from where they perched. Though after perhaps ten seconds or so, he started thrusting into them again.

Still, the pleasure was distracting. Their body had been saved in a rather… precarious state.

Eventually, as it always did, the pleasure simmered down into something that was compatible with a brain. They looked down at Sans, seeing a surprisingly huge grin on his face.

“hey frisk,” he said. “your boneheaded idea worked.”

Their mind went numb from the words. It was almost like each separate syllable was being processed individually. Their body went still, but he continued to thrust into them, providing a background of pleasure that a part of them was still really appreciating.

“It… it worked…?” they managed to ask. “It really… you remember? You actually… you really remember, Sans?”

“yeah,” he said.

Emotions flooded them and they choked. It worked… he was…

They fell down onto him, moving in a way to give him intense pleasure, kissing at his face and touching him everywhere they could. Tears of impossible joy fell from their face as they did so, lost in a sensation of satisfaction and joy so intense it was almost too painful for them to take.

“You remember,” they said, almost sobbing. “You… you’ll stay, no matter what happens with resets, you’ll always stay, it’ll always be you, Sans. You are forever…”

“we don’t know if it worked fully yet,” he pointed out.

Wait.

It… might not be? He might be taken from them?

No.

Determination blazed, as powerfully as it ever had. No. They were going to keep Sans and absolutely nothing was going to get in their way.

This had proven it was possible. And they’d had it drilled into their bones - if there was something they wanted, and it was possible, then it was inevitable.

Frisk was inevitable and they dared anything to try to stop them.

There were things that Sans would need to do, and therefore, he was going to do them. Their eyes locked onto his, which seemed oddly subdued in a way they were struggling to comprehend. But if it didn’t relate to their goal, it didn’t matter.

But they wanted his pleasure, too, and so they moved on him in ways that commanded that pleasure.

“We’ll do it again,” they said, informing him - and reality, and anything else - of the way things would be. “You will fill me beyond capacity, and I shall sacrifice to you my soul with each thrust. You will forge the connection, and when you orgasm, you will kill me.”

“i… uh…” he started to say, but trailed off.

That sounded like possibly an argument. That was not acceptable. It meant he didn't understand the way reality was to be.

“You will,” they said, piercing him with as much will as they could put in their voice, their gaze. “I will not lose you, Sans. We will repeat this trial and we will make sure it works.”

“i was really pissed at you and i dunno if i can just do all that again,” he said quickly.

He’d been pissed…? Ow, yes, that wasn’t good. But it was fair, they’d gone too far.

But. But, in this moment, it didn’t matter. If he needed to be pissed in order for them to get what they were going to have, then fine. So be it.

“Do you want me to make you angry again?” they asked, letting their mind slip into angles they could try. “I expect I can.”

“no,” he said immediately.

It might not matter. And if it didn’t work, then they knew what to try with the next Sans.

Because one way or another, this was ending with him having full memories of the loops.

“Then we’ll make do without that variable,” they said. “Everything else, Sans. You must.”

They closed their eyes. He had to, else… but no, he had to. He needed to remember… he needed to be always, always real…

“I won’t lose you,” they said, almost murmuring.

“one… one issue,” he managed, and they looked at him again.

Issues were things to be solved, and so they were not especially concerned.

“i, uh, was able to resist, uh, finishing things because of how pissed i was… but…”

Really? This was what he thought counted as an issue?

“You’re worried you’re going to cum too soon?” they asked, grinning brightly.

He nodded and they just looked up at the ceiling and laughed.

If that was the issue, then victory was theirs. They had merely to claim it.

They gazed back down at him, at the one they would have forever, to whom they would eternally belong. They belonged to him, but in this moment, his pleasure belonged to them. They moved on him, seeing his face twist with the pleasure they could command.

He had no idea, did he?

“I have a confession to make, Sans,” they said, amusement and pleasure thickening their tone, and they moaned a little at the sensations and memories. “I may have indulged a little bit today. I may have dedicated a few… dozen… loops to having a little fun and learning a few little tidbits.”

They laughed as they confessed this. Already time to put those skills to the test, wasn’t it?

“You handle the magic,” they said, practically purring as they grinned at him. “I will decide when you cum.”

His eyes closed and his cock twitched a little. He seemed to be enjoying this, if not as much as when they were driving him to his limits. But he wasn’t arguing, and that was the important thing.

“Now,” they said, when his eyes opened again and met their gaze. “I need you a little larger to easily draw you into my soul.”

He nodded slightly and his cock grew within. Not quite as ridiculously oversized as before, but something manageable. It felt good to be stretched like this. And it would push their skills in a bit of a new way - they hadn’t incorporated the soul phasing ability into their experimentation with the connection.

But they were pretty damned confident that they had this, anyway.

Sliding down onto him, they felt him sink into body and soul alike and it felt incredible. This was the way they wanted sex to always be. He obviously felt similarly, as he groaned and gripped their sides tightly.

Feeling his magic, his desire, embedded within their very being, they spoke to him again.

“Now make the connection,” they said.

The connection surged, but they knew this feeling. It was like the times when he’d been too lost in his head to connect properly - or at least, that was what they’d concluded.

“Good,” they said. “But you’re thinking too much. Let’s fix that, shall we?”

They grinned knowingly at him and got to work. Time to drive him to the edge as fast as they could, and then give him whiplash. Nothing seemed to jar his thoughts loose better than that.

No matter how many times they did this, they absolutely loved his bewildered groans of pleasure as they drove him to his peak hard.

Just as he reached the edge of losing control, they shifted their focus. This one had been a hard trick to learn, because it was anathema to their own thinking. They didn’t want to reject him, to turn him away, to refuse him access to their body, to try to deny him sensation. But the results were too fun for that to be an issue, and they’d learned it.

Ejected from the phasing effect, and held back by their shifted defenses, they grinned at him once more. They’d discovered - to their delight and his occasional frustration - that even if he wanted to, he actually couldn’t orgasm at all when they did this.

Which meant, as long as they knew when he was about to cum, there was no risk of unfortunate incidents.

His eyes widened in that adorable expression of realization, lust, and near-horror that they’d grown to know well.

And as soon as his cock began to settle, they permitted full sensation again.

This really was a skill that required a lot of focus and, well, skill. They needed to focus on the connection, think about what it seemed to be missing and what that indicated about Sans’ state, and then fix things. Sometimes by edging him - god that was fun - and sometimes by shifting their defenses rapidly to create an array of sensations that seemed to really mess with his head. And distract him!

It was even more effective when he was directly immersed into their soul. This was fantastic. Even beyond the pleasure, eternally refilling energy, and the benefits of non-linear time, they could do this all day.

But they had an objective to fulfill. While they weren’t quite as deep in the grips of mad determination, that was mostly because there was nothing in their way, as they settled into their task. They’d done this quite a few times with Sans, pushing him into forging the connection as powerfully as he could, and while his mindset was a little different this time, they had the hang of this.

The connection grew clearer and clearer, until it reached the second-to-last stage. Of what they'd managed to reach, anyway. They’d thought it interesting that he always needed a… break, of sorts, as though what he needed was to realize something, in order for the connection to finish. They rode him more gently, in a way that would let him feel pleasure but just savor the sensation for a while.

And, as they’d felt… oh, probably a dozen or so times, it worked. They felt a bit of fuzziness in the connection fade away, leaving it about as clear as it had been on that first loop. Not as powerful as it had been in the last loop, which was a shame, but it wasn’t like they were going to give up. Even if he forgot - well, they’d just fix it, wouldn’t they?

It was good to feel this connection, though. It was almost painful to feel, and they hoped that they could use the knowledge to better serve him in the future. That loneliness that he felt… surely, if they knew that, and he knew that they knew that, he would let them do something about it? Be there for him? And maybe they should push to learn his past, to get those pains off his chest?

It hurt to know that the one they loved was broken inside. But they would help him, in any and every way they could.

“There it is,” Frisk said, panting a little and smiling at him. “The last piece. That’s the strongest I’ve learned how to make the connection.”

He laughed a little at that, then pulled them down into a tight hug. It didn’t really let them move, so he started to thrust into them. They hugged him back and trembled as they silently promised him they would help.

“thank you,” he said into their ear.

“I don’t want to lose you,” they said, fear touching their voice.

They would succeed eventually, but they… it was maybe dumb, but they wanted this Sans to remember. They were really quite done with him forgetting. They felt bad enough about the first Sans forgetting, at the end of that beautiful loop, at the beautiful moment they’d shared. They didn’t want him to forget.

He summoned a blaster, and they looked at it fondly, giggling. He was honestly going to try, and he didn't seem angry at all. And also, being killed by him was ridiculously hot.

“i’m not going anywhere,” he said. “c’mon, i’ve got an insane time traveller to kill. let’s do this.”

He really… he really was okay with this? He was making jokes about it and seemed amused by the situation. A surge of happy feelings flooded them at the feeling of… rightness. That everything was coming into place, that all that they were was accepted, that everything was okay.

They laughed and fell to him again, kissing at his face. Tears of joy filled their eyes as they beamed at him. He had really accepted this, and didn’t seem angry as he prepared to kill them, still filling them with pleasure with each thrust.

Best to be absolutely prepared, of course.

They grabbed a slice of pie and then, on consuming it, started taking over his pleasure again. They let him fill them and phase into their soul, loving the richness of the sensation as he groaned and started taking them with increasing vigor.

“I’ll let you cum, now, whenever you’re ready,” they said.

They suppressed a snicker at feeling his cock twitch at that. Poor thing was ready to cum, wasn’t it? They had no idea what that felt like, did they?

Turnabout was fair play, and they had no regrets.

They were glad to see that he was resisting, though, and allowing the pleasure to build up more. Yes, they’d learned how to edge him to the point that he’d order them to let him cum - which was always fun - but it was good to see things progress more naturally.

It felt really natural, actually. They could feel him letting himself go, and the connection actually strengthened a little more. They certainly weren’t to be outdone. They focused on the sensation, giving him everything they possibly could. They remembered how it had felt before, as he’d taken all that they could give, and they tried to match it once more.

And in the end, as they came together, one setting the other off - the pleasure was just as impossibly intense as before. As overwhelming and absolute, as it ended with the pure and wonderful sensation of burning within his magic, and their very life flowing into him.

And when the flicker of the void passed, and they gazed down at him, they saw his grin.

He remembered.

But their body was, uh, a little insanely teased, wow, it’d been a while since they’d been this horny…

And his cock was right there.

Pleasure exploded in their veins again as they fell upon him, their poor, tormented body instantly cumming once more. He thrust into them, expanding and extending the pleasure. The flush of success ran through them, so heady that they very nearly blacked out from the combination.

It was working.

Everything was going to be okay.

But there was no harm in being thorough, was there? Especially when thoroughness meant being killed by him in the midst of one incredibly intense orgasm, only to be thrown immediately into another?

That seemed like a very compelling situation.

Sans accused them of being addicted to that level of pleasure, which… was probably true… but it was definitely a desire for thoroughness that was motivating them, absolutely, no question. They insisted, and while Frisk wasn’t quite sure either of the two believed them, it didn’t matter.

Because Sans went along with it.

Again and again, they did everything. Edging him to distraction, to make him forge the connection at full strength. Feeling his oversized cock driving into them, tearing into them, phasing into their soul. By the second loop, they’d both started doing that right from the start, even while Frisk was… distracted… by their initial orgasm. Being killed at the height of everything, and feeling that bizarre blending of souls that kept happening when all those pieces were in place, that resulted in such overwhelmingly intense pleasure.

Only five loops of that, before Sans suggested trying something different. Hmph. Rookie numbers. Still, it was so good, and still overwhelming that he remembered.

Sans made the very reasonable point that they should try doing less until they tried just a regular reset. It was an unpleasantly good point.

The first treasure they lost, in the next loop, was the magical connection. Still, they had his cock buried beyond physical limits and were still killed by him in the end, so they honestly had no room to complain. It wasn’t like they’d forget what they’d seen of his soul, anyway.

Fear, loss, uncertainty, guilt of a completely different flavor than their own, self-loathing, cynicism, tentative hope, optimism and fear of optimism - they’d gotten a good look at his soul, in the… eh, probably close to a hundred loops they’d had.

They did confess their disappointment about no longer feeling the connection, and he laughed sadly - they figured he felt the same, but didn’t want to say it.

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The next loop, with a clearly begruging expression, he didn’t make his cock oversized anymore. It just filled them to their limits and didn’t hurt even a little. They’d gotten spoiled, clearly. Still… still, even without driving into their soul directly, they could feel it all - the magic, death, lust, pleasure, and feeling of inevitability that it carried, as he thrust within them.

They still had no problems whatsoever cumming on his cock, especially with that blaster primed to kill them right as Sans finished.

Though they were a little more mentally present when experiencing the death this time. It still… hurt, technically, but it felt incredibly good. But it was like they’d imagined - they looped too quickly for any true satisfaction. Good thing the start of the loop had them extremely ready to orgasm and positioned to do so right away. That’d be awful, otherwise.

The idea of it, starting to cum and feeling the pleasure and having it taken away and just squirming desperately… mmm, that was so terrible, they shouldn’t think about that…

They’d at last reached the final loop of this plan - they were going to have relatively ordinary sex, all told, because it was kind of hard not to, after the way the loop started. Then Frisk would just… reload.

He’d said that’s what they were going to do, so of course, that’s how things would go. They did sigh a little, though, which made him laugh.

At least he’d decided to take advantage of more mental space to think, as he used the chance to take them in a variety of positions. They didn’t quite know how to move right in some of them, but Sans was clearly enjoying himself anyway, which meant they were, too. His ability to teleport was really quite convenient for repositioning.

When he came inside them this time - still waiting for their orgasm first, like the gentleman he was - it was so… well, ordinary, by comparison. But it was still so nice and sweet. In some ways, it was better than the orgasms that were so intense that they lost their sense of self, because this allowed Frisk to both cum and appreciate the fact that it was Sans they were with. Not just any Sans, but the Sans who would always, always remember.

Sans let himself fall to his back, pulling Frisk onto his chest and grabbing blankets as well. He sighed happily.

But they weren’t sure… weren’t they supposed to reload now?

“Should I reload right away?” Frisk asked.

“no,” Sans said, sounding amused. “let’s take a moment.”

Frisk was having an odd problem as they lay there.

“It’s so weird, not having you inside me,” Frisk said, squirming a little at the empty sensation. “It feels wrong, like I’m incomplete.”

He laughed.

“it does feel damned good,” he said, a pleased rumble in his voice.

“Yeah, it does,” they said dreamily. “All of this has been so wonderful, Sans.”

“it’s been sans-sational,” he said with a grin.

They giggled at that, and it was so nice and also it hurt, but it was good. He didn’t remember making this joke, it was an unintentional repeat, but if this really, actually, worked, that would never happen again. This was the last time they’d ever hear that.

They did get a kick out of hearing his repeated jokes, and now, they would always be the one in on the jokes. And Sans would hear some of the repeated jokes, such as from Papyrus. He was on their side of the line of memory, now… if it worked.

And there was something sweet and wonderful that the last ever of the timeline repeat jokes would be him bragging about being good in bed.

They smiled at him, their heart flooding with joy, and wiped at their eyes.

“In the first loop, when we finished together, you made the same joke,” they said, by way of explanation. “It’s sad you don’t remember that loop… it was a really sweet one.”

He hugged them close.

“at least we don’t have to worry about that anymore,” he said.

“But what if it doesn’t work…?” they said, voicing their fear.

“why wouldn’t it?” he asked. “the only thing we did last loop was me killing you, without any of the magic connection stuff. i’m pretty damned confident that it was permanent from the first time you pissed me off and i remembered.”

They winced at that. They felt guilty that they’d intentionally said something awful like that… they hadn’t expected him to remember…

“I’m sorry for pissing you off,” they mumbled.

“can’t argue with the results,” he said with a shrug. “couldn’t even get on your case about it, from how happy and then… uh… determined you were about the memory thing.”

“I guess that’s good,” they said awkwardly, their feeling of guilt worsening, since they hadn’t actually done it for pragmatic reasons. “I won’t do that again, though. I really shouldn’t have in the first place…”

“but it worked, cut yourself some slack,” he said.

They squirmed uncomfortably as guilt raked at them. They didn’t want to tell him the truth, but they couldn’t just… and to hide something from Sans on purpose, something like this? When he’d said he didn’t want them to hide things? They didn’t want to be that, to be someone who would hide things from him, even if they really didn’t want to say anything.

“I don’t want to hide anything from you,” they said in a small voice.

“oh?” he asked.

“I don’t want to confess, but I…” they said, their voice trembling as they tried to do the right thing.

“tell me,” he said with a small smile.

Their breath came easier. It didn’t matter that they felt uncertain and torn. He’d given them an order, and thus, they would speak.

“I didn’t think it would work,” they admitted, swallowing. “It’s just that I’d gotten off to the idea of you killing me before, and I -”

“wait, before today, you’d gotten off to the idea of me killing you?” he asked - fortunately sounding amused, not horrified.

A surge of feelings overran them and they just squeaked, burying their face into his chest - or, at least, the blankets there - as they made themself nod. He didn’t sound horrified, it was okay, right? It’d be okay?

“no wonder you were hesitant to tell me the extent of your masochism,” he said and they nodded again. “anyway, you were saying?”

He didn’t seem upset at all, and like he really was brushing it off. Was… was this really okay? But they had to keep confessing, they had to tell him. He’d probably get angry again, and this time, without horniness to distract him…

They were afraid, but he had asked, and so they would answer.

“I… I only said it because I believed you wouldn’t remember,” they confessed, their face bright red. “There’s no way I would have had the courage otherwise.”

“that’s hilarious,” he said, laughing and sounding honestly amused. “so you wanted to live out your fantasy of getting killed by me during sex, used the hope for the memories as an excuse, and said something that you knew was fucked up in order to get what you wanted. you did it with the expectation that it wouldn’t work, so you could have what you wanted consequence free.”

Putting it that way… that is what they’d done. They… how could they have done that… they weren’t thinking it through, but that was… that was…

They felt sick with guilt, with shame, and their eyes welled up with tears

“Y-yes, Sans,” they admitted roughly. “I’m… I’m sorry… I wasn’t really thinking, but when you put it that way… god, I can’t believe I…”

“hey, it’s alright,” he said, squeezing them in another hug. “honest.”

It was alright. He wasn’t mad. He didn’t sound mad. They relaxed a little.

“one, it worked, so i’m glad you did it,” he said, which made sense, soothing them a little more. “two, if i’m right and i’m fully in the loop now, then that situation can’t even come up again.”

It needed to work, it had to be permanent. But he was right, if it was permanent, they couldn’t do it again even if they wanted to.

“three, i also know what it’s like to be distracted and to fall to temptation,” he continued.

He had a point. Even yesterday, he’d… he had decided it was wrong, decided they shouldn’t do anything, and the way that he looked at them, in their bedroom… he definitely knew what it was to struggle with temptation. Their anxieties eased even more.

“and four,” he said. “i understand you better now. you couldn’t have gotten me to understand the killing you thing then.”

“You understand it now?” they asked, surprised, as they finally had the courage to meet his eyes again.

“probably not completely,” he said. “and i sure as hell don’t want it for myself. but i better get that, for an immortal, it’s just an intense experience, not really death. and you’re very into intense experiences.”

Today was just the best day in all of time. They got to have sex with Sans - not just any sex, but mindblowingly great sex. They got to keep Sans - it might really, actually, be truly permanent, which their mind was still stuttering over. They got to feel his soul, to get a sense of who he truly was inside, in ways that were precious beyond all measure. He sort of confessed his love for them, in the way they wanted to be loved. They got to see him blush, which was so adorable they couldn’t handle it. He was understanding them and accepting them in a way that he never had before - how many times, today alone, had he demonstrated a depth of understanding and acceptance of their insanity? The nature of their devotion; their… fetish, eep; the depth of their masochism; and now the triviality of impermanent death?

They still felt… er… awkward about the thing they’d done, but everything else? They smiled at him, their heart flooded with warmth.

“That’s true,” they said, sighing happily. “Today has been incredible.”

“yeah,” he agreed softly.

Why did joy hurt sometimes? His agreement with that statement… there were no words, but it was so wonderful that it ripped and tore at them, like their soul was bleeding joy itself.

With only a single note of sorrow.

“I… don’t really want it to be over,” they admitted.

“when you reload, it’s not like i’m just gonna leave you hanging,” he said. “so there’s at least a little more ‘coming.’”

That pun was the worst, and they giggled, smiling at him fondly.

Still, did that mean that they’d reload, be together once more, and then…

It’d change how they acted, how they’d feel, if they believed that this reload would be the last time they’d ever feel him inside, the last time they’d ever be able to enjoy this.

“You’d only committed to the once, to today,” they said. “But… I mean, you know I’m up for future things, too. Do you… do you think it’ll only be today?”

He sighed, his smile fading away into uncertainty and thoughtfulness.

“i’m still too… uh… close to those memories to really think things through,” he said. Mmm, they understood that, and grinned at him. “right now, it seems like a great idea to just have you whenever the hell i want.”

He wanted to accept them. When he stopped fighting himself, when he let himself go, he wanted this to be forever. Not just their devotion in general, but this - all the sexuality. Even though he wasn’t all wound up with lust. He wanted this.

Their grin widened.

“i dunno what i’ll think when i’ve had a chance to really think, though,” he said and they nodded. Sadly fair. “who knows. i may go back to thinking this is all awful and wrong and i shouldn’t do this.”

They snuggled closer to him, feeling his cool presence, warmed by their physical body. Feeling the magic of all this, in more than one way. Remembering the closeness, the intimacy, how precious this all had been.

“I hope not,” they said.

“same,” he said in a low tone.

A sound of bittersweet joy, of hope and appreciation and love, squeezed from their throat. He wanted them, he wanted this, but if his perspective of them resettled into one where he felt their existence was wrong… then neither of them would have what they wanted.

“So… so this might be the only time we ever…” they said, and he nodded sadly. “If that’s the case… and… and right now, neither of us want it to be over… maybe we could… maybe take advantage a little?”

Was it wrong to suggest this? But, Sans wanted this. The two of them already had incredible, wonderful memories, they’d already done so much - was it bad to squeeze in a little more, just in case?

“what do you have in mind?” he asked.

“Just… just in case you decide not to do this again, maybe we could make sure there’s nothing that we regret not doing,” they said, squirming a little, uncertain if they were doing something bad.

“what is it you wanted to do?” he asked with a grin.

They blushed. There were many things they could say, but one… one thing, above all the rest…

“I… honestly, the main thing, is I really want to feel like you’ve taken me at least once because you want to, not because of the memory thing,” they confessed. “I know that that line’s a little blurry anyway, I know you were driven by desire, and I felt, uh, quite a bit of lust. But… but the idea of continuing to have sex with me even after your memories are in place? Where there’s no reason at all, except desire? I… I want that.”

He hugged them close and their heart hurt with joy again.

“i can do that,” he said in a low tone.

Today was officially the greatest day that had ever existed.

“What about you?” they asked. “Anything you’d want to try?”

His grin slowly widened. That look on his face… mmm… their engines were starting to run again.

“a few things,” he said, chuckling with some heat in his voice. “and some of those things… it’s stuff that i absolutely would need to ask about ahead of time. it’d be incredibly wrong to just do them by surprise. a bit curious about your thoughts on the topic.”

Okay, the answer was just fuck yes, because yes.

“Do it,” they said, gazing at him and trying to tell him with their eyes that they really meant this. “Do it all. Don’t ask, just do what you want to me. Anything you want to me. Just a blanket permission, for all things ever, no matter when or where.”

He laughed.

“i figured you’d say something like that, but seriously, frisk, there’s gonna be things you actually don’t want me to do,” he said.

Were there? They pushed back their awakening lust and thought. Yeah, actually, there really was a decent list. But the fact is, they couldn’t see him doing any of that. Or at least, not continuing to do it, once he knew they didn’t like it.

If he did decide to use them after today, there’s lots of things they’d read other people objecting to, but they wouldn’t. Having sex with them while they were sleeping? That sounded like an amazing way to wake up. Spying on them, maybe while they were doing something like masturbating? The only downside would be if he never told them, because that sounded hot, too. Randomly grabbing them and making them do sex acts? Yes, please.

Surprise kinks of various sorts? Some, eh, really not a fan - but they couldn’t think of anything that he’d do that they’d really be upset by him trying. As long as he stopped once he knew they didn’t like it. Lots of stuff they didn’t want, but nothing they felt they couldn’t handle once, by surprise or otherwise.

And they remembered the way he’d dismissed the bone when he’d been… deeply confused… and believed he’d hurt them in a bad way. They just couldn’t see him pushing things too far, not for real. He was too perceptive and too invested in their responses.

“I know you don’t want me to actually suffer,” they said and he nodded. “I know you want me to enjoy myself, even if you like it when I’m whining.”

He chuckled a bit at that and they smiled.

“So I’m fully aware that, if I pretend to enjoy something and you later find out that I was only pretending - or worse, that I was hiding things from you on a longer term basis - it would be way worse than the disappointment that I don’t share whatever random kink it was,” they said, and he nodded again.

They smiled at him warmly. Sure, they were flirting around the subject of really messed up kinks, but… the heart of this was that they loved him, they trusted him, and they knew that he cared about them. That he loved them, too, in his own way. They could trust in that love, trust in him to never take them further than they could handle going.

“I want to be real with you,” they said. “You saw on my face, the embarrassment squashing my lust, with the whole ‘daddy’ thing. You’ll see how I feel about things. And I trust you. If you see that I’m legitimately not enjoying something, why should I withdraw consent when I know you’d stop anyway?”

He looked thoughtful.

“And if I think you’re somehow not seeing it on my face, that I’m not enjoying something, I’ll tell you,” they said. “But the whole ‘daddy’ thing was hilarious, the way you used it to mess with me, even though it was so awful and embarrassing. I don’t want to take away tools from you, even tools that I don’t personally directly enjoy. I’d rather trust you with them. So I want you to have blanket consent for everything.”

“you were protesting a little, when i was having fun with my tongue,” he said.

This was absolutely true, and they laughed.

“i was pretty sure you were protesting the teasing because you wanted to cum, and not what i was actually doing,” he said. Why did he sound concerned, when he could read them so perfectly? “but from what you’re saying… it sounds more broad than that. that even if you’re protesting what i’m doing, you want me to trust my own judgement, not necessarily listen to you.”

The images that came to mind from him saying that… oh… their body clenched in delighted anticipation. Oh, they liked where this was going.

“Yes,” they breathed. “Absolutely, completely yes.”

“even if you’re saying no, if i don’t think you actually mean it…” he said.

Oh god yes. This was… what he might do to them… and they wouldn’t have to worry about whatever came out of their mouth while he did it, that they might accidentally stop him…

“Yes,” they whispered, biting their lip. “If I really mean it, it’ll be clear.”

How intense would it have to be for them to be overwhelmed, to the point where it was too far? Fucking hell, they wanted to find out. And maybe they wouldn’t make it clear enough, maybe they’d just be forced to endure whatever he was doing, and…

They trembled with anticipation.

“i’m not perfect,” he said - maybe not by his standards. “with that kind of… i could easily see myself falling to temptations, pushing you way too hard, going too far.”

Sans falling to temptations to do things to them? To use them in all sorts of ways, to push them harder and harder and…

They gazed at him in raw hunger and squirmed.

“I want to experience that at least once,” they said. “Being pushed too hard, being taken too far. If ever I really can’t handle things, I will tell you. Kinda felt that way a little with the bullshit you pulled with your tongue, not gonna lie.”

He cracked up at that. He was a sadistic bastard, and maybe one day they would make sure he fully knew that, but they were also trying not to laugh.

“that was fun,” he said with a grin. “i’ll never forget the look on your face.”

They harumphed at him, and then they both laughed.

“i’ll trust you,” Sans said, stroking a hand through their hair, the soft touch feeling almost like it was directly on their heart. “i’ll trust that you’ll let me know if ever anything’s actually too much, and otherwise…”

Mutual trust, mutual love - of non-standard sorts, maybe, but whatever. But he was accepting it. Accepting them. Once they reloaded, he’d just use them how he wanted, and they’d get to see what he was like when he didn’t hold himself back.

They couldn’t wait.

“I’m glad,” they said. “Should I go ahead and reload?”

An odd look crossed his face and then he pulled them close. His cheek pressed against theirs, and they felt his breath pass by their ear. The gesture felt… intimate and sweet. Their heart fluttered and they turned slightly to kiss at his cheek, pouring love into the kiss once more.

“you’ll reload,” he said. “and then i’m going to take you because i want to. each time i kill you, it’ll be because i want you to reset, because i want to do it again.”

They’d already said today was the best ever, and it was going to get even better. Their body trembled in his grasp.

“and i don’t want you to be afraid,” he said, stroking their hair again as he spoke, making them smile. “i want you to feel like you can do things, try things, say things. i want you to be you. your real reactions, desires, everything, while i take what i want from you.”

Freedom to just be who they were, to just love him, no matter how deranged or messed up they were. Freedom, to beg, or whine, or resist, or try to take, or touch, or… or anything. They would both just… see each other, unrestrained.

They wanted to reload right now because fuck yes.

“i’m going to use you until i’ve had my fill,” he murmured and they moaned, god, yes, they were getting everything they wanted. “if you think you can handle that.”

“God, yes, Sans, please,” they whispered and he laughed, the sound rich and thick with heat.

“heh heh heh. welp, it’s that time, isn’t it? let’s do this.”

Frisk shoved at time maybe a little more aggressively than strictly necessary. The black void flickered, and then…