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He thought his difficulties were over, that he could relax and take a load off indefinitely.

But life has other plans, as Sans' most nerve-wracking challenge yet comes in the form of a hot inebriated goat.", "writing": "It started innocuously enough.\n\nA sweet date, different from any of their prior dates but not by so much. A little more formal, just a little more serious. A nice shirt and vest instead of a t-shirt and hoodie, a more elegant gown, a higher number on the bill. Fancier food, and finer wine that left him with a little bit more of a warm, pleasant filter over both his vision and his thoughts.\n\nIf it were anyone else Sans would have felt the pressure of rising expectations. But he knew the towering Boss Monster walking beside him, the tiniest hint of swagger in her step, well enough to know that she would take a 'no' with minimal disappointment. Just as she had countless times before. A year together and she had never been anything short of understanding of just how slow Sans took things.\n\nNot that she hadn't been hopeful; Sans was both impressed, and flattered, by her ability to walk the line between patient and eager. To make him feel wanted, [i]desired[/i] even, without feeling pressured.\n\nSuch was the case when, upon arriving at Toriel's door, she looked down at Sans with a smile and subtly lidded eyes far warmer than even the feeling of alcohol mingling with his magic. Her voice husky, smoky to match. Her mere presence a blazing fireplace, existing in stubborn defiance of the season.\n\n\"May I kiss you, Sans?\"\n\nMost of his partners had to kneel to kiss him, and Toriel was as far as could be from an exception. But she didn't even do that, not until he gave the okay. Someone else might have knelt first, perhaps to show eagerness, but would have put him in an awkward position to say no. Never Toriel. She always asked first. She always made sure he felt completely comfortable declining. Even while tipsy she was so considerate.\n\n\"you're gonna get that beautiful dress dirty if you do that,\" Sans pointed out, nodding down to the sidewalk; it was damp with cold condensation, if not maybe a tiny sprinkling of still-sporadic rain.\n\nBut just like Sans knew Toriel, Toriel knew Sans. Knew how to tell the difference between the resting position of his bones and a genuine teasing grin just from the subtle tugs to the edges of his mouth. That slight extra breathiness to his voice from suppressing a hint of a chuckle.\n\n\"I was did not identify a 'no' anywhere in that answer,\" Toriel noted in faux innocence.\n\n\"probably because there wasn't one. it'd be more than welcome,\" Sans said, voice growing at least a little more serious. For all his jokes, he wanted to be sure Toriel knew where he stood too.\n\nAt that Toriel smiled again, so full of care and affection, and came to a half-kneel. Sans shuffled a small step closer, more to signal than anything while habitually winking his left eye. A single furry digit gently hooked under his chin, tilting his face upwards. Even kneeling, she had to lean down to reach him. The palms of his hands arrived to meet her cheeks when she did, icy ivory bones obvious even under the cotton gloves he always wore on date nights. Toriel paid them no mind.\n\nShe dipped. The older woman's lips met where his would have been, slightly parted. He couldn't fully close his mouth given the lack, and he didn't [i]feel[/i] things the same without skin, but... Even with all the disconnects between them, he could feel her affection infecting him like dye in water. Blotted by warm lips, injected by short bristles of fur when just a drop could have instantly spread into his magic and coloured his soul two shades lighter. His shoulders slumped and his thumbs idly, unconsciously grazed her furred cheeks.\n\nIt terrified him how easily she could make him feel so much, forget so much, with so little effort.\n\nShe pulled back, much too late for him to doubt her, her face already set in affection with no trace of the awkwardness he always subconsciously expected.\n\nWords began to bubble up in Sans but he couldn't quite put them together before Toriel spoke first.\n\n\"You understand Sans, that if you decline my first transparently loaded and innuendo-laced invitation to 'come inside,' I will ask a second time without the implications so that we may watch cheesy comedy movies and eat junk food in our pyjamas, yes?\" Toriel asked, so warm that Sans would have sworn on his soul that she was the reason for the night's lack of snow.\n\n\"i know, tori.\"\n\n\"So,\" the goat-monster purred, barely loosening the lid on her lust yet teeming with it regardless, \"will you come inside?\"\n\nIt was a practiced routine. She'd proposition in a voice that would melt a more-susceptible monster. Sans would say [i]'nah'[/i] in a way that was casual but still tinged with a warm shade of flattery. Toriel would ask again sans the sultry, and the skeleton would purr [i]'i'd love to'[/i] with the most suggestive voice he could manage.\n\n\"yeah, sure.\"\n\nIt was delivered so casually that Toriel's mouth opened for the scripted reply, then paused as the warm smile vanished for just a moment. She looked down at Sans with surprise, but when his grin up at her was devoid of uncertainty she couldn't stop the borderline lecherous smirk that spread over her muzzle.\n\n\"You are certain?\" she asked, plainly. Just to be sure.\n\n\"i am,\" Sans replied, definite.\n\nToriel's eyes scanned Sans'... As much as they could, given the lack of overt expression in the plain white sparks of magic. But again, she knew him well. The subtle creases in the bones of his brow, his mouth, his cheeks. Relaxed. At-ease. Even the magic that made up his pupils was calm, static and still.\n\nAnd so Toriel stayed her smirk, stood, and plucked her boyfriend off the ground as she went, one arm cradling his back and the other securing one of his bony legs around her waist. The shift in her mood was immediate. She drew him into another kiss, pressing him against her door while her paw fumbled to get her key in the lock while still holding him around her, before they both half-fell through it, caught only by that of Toriel's grace that survived the drink.\n\nThe pace sparked a tiny ember of panic in Sans along with, he had to admit, just a pinch of emasculation at her picking him up so effortlessly; neither stood against the intoxication of her. Some from the wine that flavoured her mouth but most from her presence, her strength, the desire in those eyes that matched the wine's shade. There was no need to hold back, Sans told himself to try calm his soul; the kids were at Asgore's and he'd made his decision.\n\nBut Toriel stopped in her tracks once the door closed behind them.\n\n\"Ah! I should not assume that a 'yes' means full licence, no?\" she quickly parted to ask.\n\nSans had to fight not to laugh to himself that the one time she'd maybe pushed past his boundaries, she slammed the breaks in near synchronization with the thought.\n\n\"you're good, tori. i uh... i kinda got the feeling you wouldn't be too reserved once i gave the okay,\" he chuckled, unable to keep up the uninterrupted seriousness. \"part of why i waited so long to, y'know, bone down.\"\n\nA slight smirk appeared on Toriel's lips again, but then faded into a more restrained and caring smile.\n\n\"That is a tired pun even for you, Sans. You grasp lower fruit when you are anxious. Are you sure this is fine?\" she asked, voice trickling comfort.\n\nSans went to reply, but when he felt himself about to tell a dismissive white lie he stopped himself. Closed his eyes for a moment and put in the effort to actually confront his feelings as he'd been trying so hard to do more often, at least with Tori. She deserved the honesty.\n\n\"i uh. well, i guess i would prefer to be the one settin' the pace,\" Sans admitted, eyes peeking up to open at her. His subconscious [i]still[/i] couldn't help but expect defensiveness or offence.\n\nToriel only smiled brighter.\n\n\"Certainly my dear,\" the woman soothed, giving him a comparatively almost-chaste kiss on the mouth, before setting him down. \"I am just as content in follow as in lead. Although I will admit myself surprised. I should have thought you would be ecstatic to be able to let me do all the work,\" Toriel said, a hint of tease and a smirk to match it.\n\nGod, Sans loved that mischievous twinkle in her eyes.\n\n\"i think if i was a starfish Undyne would've eaten me by now,\" Sans said with a somewhat-smug grin. Toriel's expression just said to stop stalling. Sans obliged.\n\nWatching his partner, knowing her expression was one he didn't want to miss, he used one hand to loosen his tie as if he were about to undertake some intense labour. His other raised to the air, paused for drama, then snapped his fingers, the raw bone lending to a particularly sharp crack, gloves or not.\n\nHis magic swelled. His eye shone with a blue, gold-trimmed fire. Toriel's expression turned to surprise as, rapidly, dully-glowing blue tendrils slithered from his sleeves, his pants' cuffs, messed his tucked shirt to spill from its hem and from under his vest. All converged in a fraction of a moment to literally sweep Toriel off her feet and carry her bridal-style in front of him, the caprine woman bleating in surprise. Sans moved his arms underneath Toriel as well but it was largely for show, the tendrils doing most of the literal heavy lifting.\n\n\"Wha-! Ectomancy, Sans?? Do you have some ghost magic in you?\" the monster half-yelped. Sans was right; it was immensely fun seeing that shock in her eyes.\n\n\"not sure. but if you're cool with it i'd certainly like to put some ghost magic in you,\" the skeleton fired back without delay and, finally, the edges of his eyesockets wrinkled, the side of his mouth pulled a little more taut in what people familiar with him could read as a grin, real relaxed humour infecting his expression. It took everything Toriel had not to erupt into cackles.\n\n\"Ah, now that is the disposition I am far more familiar with!\" she giggled, grinning with utter affection as she looped an arm behind Sans' head. \"Absolutely, dear... You...\" she paused. Tried to hide the way her outer fang bit down on her lip. \"You have... My full [i]consent[/i]-acle, to ten-[i]drill[/i] me how and wherever you like.\"\n\nThe way her body shook from the restrained laughter might've shaken her free from Sans' grip if his magic weren't so strong, but Sans just grinned wider as he carried his girlfriend to her bedroom.\n\n\"great. i'll make sure you're [i]content[/i]-acle, from head to ec[i]-toe.\"[/i]\n\n===\n\n[b]\"Ah! Enough! That's... That's enough!\"[/b]\n\nAn exhausted groan of bliss and, at the word, Sans finally relented. Slowly and delicately his magic drew back towards him, slipping from his partner before dissipating into the air entirely. Which left Toriel, naked with sweat-matted fur, to slump fully into her mattress. Pearl-white streaks highlighted the heavy rise and fall of her stomach, almost hidden by the thicker snowy fuzz on her belly but for the shimmering of the dim lamp light.\n\nToriel stared at the ceiling for a moment as she laid supine, blinking her eyes to try to clear both them and her head. Then, softly, she started laughing, first airy and gentle then more raspy and full.\n\n\"Good [b]Angel[/b], Sans, that was... Fucking amazing!\" Toriel gasped, primness long since evaporated. Sans had to stop the same snort of a laugh that tempted to break through every time he heard her swear. \"You're full of surprises!... I didn't expect such eagerness, let alone such stamina to go with it...!\"\n\nSans himself was knelt on the bed before her in significantly better condition. Still fully clothed if heavily dishevelled, vest undone and only one side of his shirt untucked, unmarked but for some sweat on his skull and ectoplasm dampening his clothes. Breathing like he'd jogged to the corner while Toriel looked like she'd run a marathon.\n\n\"gotta put in some effort sometimes, can't have people thinking i'm [i]lazy[/i] or something,\" Sans joked, giving a huff of a laugh to go with his shrug. He played it off but the view of Toriel under him was working some absolute magic on his ego, between both her open and unadorned beauty and the fact he'd managed to fuck her to so much satisfied exhaustion.\n\nToriel laughed right back, shaking her head slightly. She hadn't expected anything less than jokes in the bedroom.\n\nBut Toriel was done joking around, and furthermore, done resting.\n\nWith a grunt of effort from herself and a matching one from her bed struggling to support an unashamedly fat seven-foot-tall monster, Toriel pushed herself up, coming to kneel before Sans. He looked up at her, trying to remain composed but a hint of intimidation showing at Toriel towering over him.\n\nBut the intimidation was misleading. The paw that reached down to cup Sans' chin was light and gentle, soft fur bristling against bone. The way Toriel pulled him up for his gaze to meet hers was simply comforting, as was her expression. She leaned in close, her breath bathed his face, she nosed and nuzzled at his cheek with total tenderness.\n\n\"That really was exquisite,\" Toriel murmured into Sans' ear, so close that now her fur brushed the whole side of his face. \"I simply must return the favour.\"\n\nThe implied promise heated his entire head, filled his skull, permeated his normally-cold bones. It was so tempting, more siren-song than he'd ever heard from an actual siren, and he'd heard a few.\n\nIt took all his strength to refuse.\n\n\"actually uh. you really don't have to do that-\"\n\n\"Well, then, I simply [i]desire[/i] to return the favour,\" Toriel cut Sans off to assure. Her paws began to tug on his half-untucked shirt and Sans tried hard to keep the rush out of his voice.\n\n\"i more mean, uh. if you feel like it's a favour that needs to be returned, then maybe that's not the best-\"\n\nEven if he kept the rush out of his voice, he couldn't fully stop the way that his body instinctively ducked a little bit away from her. It made Toriel stop dead in her tracks, seductive expression gone to concern. Though there was a tiny element of accusation to it.\n\n\"You are deflecting... Please, Sans, in the bedroom, of all places?\" she asked, and her voice likewise carried that hint of sharpness. Mercifully for Sans, since there was no way he could hold out against that, it quickly gave way to another gentle smile. \"Look. I sit here, exposed so completely. It is not unfair to ask you to be honest with me, is it?\"\n\nSans looked down at her, validating her point but also just taking the excuse to see the sights. Breasts and stomach both heavy from their centuries-long war with gravity but still fighting valiantly, stretch marks barely visible under fur. It looked coarse and scruffy with age but was still soft, like a well-loved plush. Streaked in sweat and the semen on her belly, penis slowly retreating into her sheath but not yet done.\n\nGod but she was beautiful. And, yes, completely exposed. Even Tori had her insecurities but she had opened herself to him entirely.\n\nSans sighed softly as he pulled his gaze away from her body, which wasn't all that difficult given her face was just as easy on the eyes.\n\n\"i'm... well, i'm ace,\" Sans began, his voice more nervous than he would have liked.\n\n\"That much is obvious, yes,\" Toriel said conversationally, and the sheer ease with which she accepted it made Sans feel light. Even if it did mean he'd have to elaborate.\n\n\"and, well... i'm not really good on the whole 'having the favour returned' thing,\" Sans continued.\n\nToriel was still looming over Sans but her countenance softened, her touch more gentle while laying off that air of seduction. She again grazed her paw over his cheek as he talked, considered prodding him to be more direct, then gave a quiet sigh as she cut him some slack.\n\n\"You do not like receiving affection. And that is why you insisted on leading before,\" Toriel laid out simply. Putting it so bluntly made Sans hesitate, but he did nod after a beat. \"And it is why you have spent the last year taking things so sl-... At such a slow p-[i]ace,\"[/i] she added, a tiny hint of a cheeky smile turning her muzzle.\n\nThat, at least, made Sans chuckle softly. His shoulders relaxed a little, and he nodded again.\n\n\"yeah. i don't hate contact, but being the focus like that just... makes me uncomfortable i guess,\" Sans said, trying to play it off coolly. Being open and honest was still a long work-in-progress, but at least he was better at it with Toriel than anyone else.\n\n\"That is completely fine, Sans,\" Toriel assured.\n\nOf course, Sans logically expected nothing less. But still the confirmation made his shoulders relax even further, made him flag gently into Toriel's paw. Made him lower his guard a little.\n\n\"thanks, tori. really. i only like disappointing people on my own terms,\" Sans again tried to play it off.\n\nToriel paused. Sans felt her mental heel-turn right through her paw.\n\n[i]\"Disappointing people?\"[/i] she asked, expression back to sharp but sympathetic. Sans winced, berating himself internally for giving too much information just for the sake of some non-joke.\n\n\"well it's just-\"\n\n\"No more jokes, Sans,\" Toriel interjected, anticipating correctly. She could feel his increasing desire to sweep everything under the rug, but she wouldn't have it this time. \"Talk to me directly. Tell me the reason for it.\"\n\nSans felt himself bristle, at least metaphorically. That was a rare reaction for him, but he felt almost as if Toriel was backing him into a corner, and her stern stare didn't help.\n\n\"really, tori? i didn't think you'd be the type to not take 'no' for an answer-\"\n\n\"That is [i]not[/i] what is happening, Sans, and you know it,\" Toriel said even more sharply. Not angry, but with authority. Sans shirked a little; it was the voice she used for chastising both her students and the kids, and it was immensely effective. It felt like it pierced straight to his marrow.\n\nA moment of silence, growing thicker by the moment. Toriel sighed again, and her softness brushed that tension to the side so effortlessly. She continued when Sans didn't.\n\n\"Sans, being asexual, or aromantic, or both, are completely fine with me. There is no world in which I would be opposed to either,\" the older woman assured, effortlessly sidestepping what even Sans himself knew was just a cheap shot to deflect. \"But [i]disappoint?[/i] Fear of [i]disappointing[/i] me is not a reason I can accept. If you look me in the eyes and tell me you are not in the mood, that for any reason you do not harbour the desire, I will relent immediately.\"\n\nSans glanced up at Toriel, her paw on his cheek still framing one side of his vision. Those little white sparks could only hold her rusty gaze for a moment before he looked away again. It made Toriel purse her lips a little more.\n\n\"But,\" she continued, \"if your only reason right now is that you are afraid of disappointing me, that you somehow believe you are inadequate for or undeserving of the treatment...\"\n\n\"it's not that,\" Sans said, far more gentle than his usual jovial tone. If she was going to prod this deep, it felt like he had no choice but to really go into it. \"it's just... being a skeleton and all. i can't, y'know... physical sensations are pretty subtle, it's not like i have any big nerve clusters...\"\n\nToriel's eyes narrowed slightly and she perked a brow. The expression told Sans clearly that she was done tolerating indirectness. Another sigh from the small skeleton.\n\n\"i can't get off,\" he finally admitted bluntly. Just the absolute beginning of an unconvinced smirk on Toriel's muzzle got him to continue. \"and, i know, i've heard it all before. 'what about ectomancy?' 'i can keep going all night,' 'i'm just built different,'\" Sans listed off. \"it doesn't work.\"\n\nHis examples made Toriel scoff in playful condescension, as if whoever said them was akin to a teenager reciting advice from a trashy lifestyle magazine.\n\n\"Ectomancy has sensation but not close to enough. Of course that would not work. Sans, have you been with someone even a [i]tenth[/i] of my age?\" Toriel asked, letting a smirk pull her muzzle.\n\n\"tori-\"\n\n\"I know, I know. I am teasing... Somewhat. The point stands, but it is not my main one,\" Toriel assured, losing that slight bit of teasing derisiveness as she so seamlessly slipped back into a wonderfully soothing warmth. \"My main point is that it does not [i]matter,[/i] Sans. Even assuming that your biology is incapable of it - [i]which I doubt[/i] - it is by no means necessary to enjoy oneself. Come now, Sans, are you telling me you of all people ascribe to such a foolish notion as sex running on some preset script, where an [i]expulsion[/i] of [i]fluids[/i] signals the end of the encounter like fireworks announcing the end of a year?\"\n\nSans couldn't help but laugh at that, and he [i]definitely[/i] couldn't help running with it.\n\n\"i [i]do[/i] like to go out with a bang... maybe i just feel bad for the lack of [i]cum[/i]-fetti.\"\n\n\"Sweet Angel,\" Toriel snorted, Sans grinning and shrugging while the caprine's attempts to act indignant were thwarted by her giggles. \"I said be serious! For just a minute, would you??\" she asked, trying again to stay stern.\n\n\"i feel like a lot of guys would have trouble lasting a minute with you, tori, but like i've been saying, [i]this[/i] bone stays hard to a fault,\" Sans said while tapping his elbow. His funny bone, naturally.\n\nTori shook her head, gave him a very playfully light conk on the skull, and squeezed his shoulders as if hoping that physically restraining him would do the same mentally.\n\n\"Listen to me,\" she said, finally finding her calm. \"A good time is a good time. Regardless of any 'fireworks.' Sans, of [i]course[/i] I will relent if it makes you so uncomfortable... But you will not disappoint me. And if that is your main motivator, I am going to request you shelve it. My confidence aside, even if you are right, I have precisely zero doubt I can not make it an extremely enjoyable experience regardless,\" Toriel said... Then, smugly, added; \"For both of us.\"\n\nSans finally stopped joking around himself, a bony finger awkwardly scraping at his jaw. Even for him, his grin dimmed until it was barely present. Toriel gave him a moment, then gave what she hoped was a more comforting squeeze to his shoulders.\n\n\"Would you [i]humer[/i] me...?\"\n\nToriel kept a straight face for all of five seconds, though even that was so uncharacteristically long that Sans didn't even realize the joke until snorts began to break through. His grin brightened, but Toriel didn't wait for a reply. Her disposition grew sultry once more, her paw trailed down his shoulder and Sans baulked, but it merely dipped to grab his tie and give it a soft yet unmistakable pull.\n\n\"Trust me. No matter [i]what[/i] happens, Sans, I will not be [i]disappointed.\"[/i]\n\nSome part of Sans still wanted to decline. To nip in the bud even remote possibilities of ever doing wrong by Toriel, of souring her opinion of him. But he knew it was fear. Risk aversion. He did, in plain terms, want to be touched, not at all helped by the image of the beautiful monster sitting so close to him, still stark naked, tugging on his tie like a sprinter just waiting for the gun to go off. He could have just let her tug his face straight into her breasts, their heights were perfect for it.\n\nThe skeleton sighed. Re-learning how to care about things was such a drag, when it meant he had to worry about losing people close to him again. Sometimes he wondered if it was even worth it. The upside, though, was that he was still relatively skilled at employing a degree of willed apathy if it meant hopefully making some progress.\n\n\"alright, tori. i'll take your word for it. but if it destroys our relationship forever, i'm gonna tell everyone you had to end things because you were intimidated by my overwhelming handsomeness.\"\n\n\"Deflecting as always,\" Toriel snorted, giving that tie a particularly rough tug before actually pulling at the knot. \"But, very well. You can tell people your coccyx was just far too massive for me.\"\n\nSans snorted right back.\n\n\"you just didn't have the [i]spine[/i] to try it.\"\n\n\"Yes, yes. If they will not think you are [i]ribbing[/i] them, you can tell them that the ribs is exactly where it reached to.\"\n\nIt almost seemed like Sans would have [i]yet another[/i] retort, but Toriel wouldn't have it. She deftly slipped a sharp claw into the little slip she'd pulled in the knot, tugged the tie undone, and grabbed both ends to pull him closer to her in one smooth motion. She used her lips to bottle any more silly puns. As much as she deeply enjoyed them. Time and a place, of course.\n\nSans melted into Toriel's kisses as he always did, such a slave to her warmth, to the ticklish bristles of her fur and softness of her lips behind it. He felt her other paw working at the buttons of his shirt. Felt her fully pull that shirt from its tuck. And he would've tensed if not for the way Toriel tilted her head and gave a playful lap of her tongue against his teeth. He felt the cold air begin to invade his clothes, and again it was only her lips trailing to his jaw, kissing and nibbling at the bone that pushed down his nerves.\n\n\"you're doing this on purpose, aren't you?\" Sans asked, his already blue-tinged cheeks colouring further at the huskiness of his own voice.\n\n\"Of course,\" Tori mumbled between nips.\n\n\"maybe you should'a been a nurse. you could distract people from magic-drawing by [i]needling[/i] them with kisses.\"\n\n\"I have several ball-gags in my closet, Sans, do not force me to retrieve one.\"\n\n\"that wouldn't w-... wait you have ball gags?\" Sans asked, genuinely surprised.\n\n\"That is the tip of the iceberg of what I have in my closet.\"\n\n\"you're holdin' out on me?\" Sans said, but his tone betrayed the joke. He had almost no experience with that kind of thing and definitely wouldn't have been brave enough to begin that journey in that moment.\n\n\"It is our first time being sexual. I am not going to brandish my whips quite yet.\"\n\n\"... that was a joke, right?\"\n\n\"I would not test it were I in your position.\"\n\nSans wasn't wrong though, Toriel was very skilled at distracting one from their stressors. While bantering she fully unbuttoned Sans' shirt, then released his tie. Her digits moved to his shoulders to slide his shirt off, and the feeling of smooth cotton, sharp claw-tips, and soft paw-pads all trailing down his arms at once was pleasant enough to keep Sans' mind from lingering on the details.\n\n... For a little while.\n\nSans really didn't like admitting how small and frail it made him feel once he was entirely topless. Some very mild and simple magic was employed to keep his clothes more 'full' than they would otherwise appear, and his silhouette wearing a baggy hoodie or coat felt more like his true self. But the shirt slid off and revealed him for what he was; a skeleton. Nothing more. No muscle, no skin, no hair. Thin and flimsy-feeling bones that stayed connected with nothing more than invisible, intangible magic. Arms and legs, a skull and ribs and hips connected by a spine.\n\nHis discomfort didn't go unnoticed by Toriel. She stopped once he was exposed from the hips up, leaning back to look down at him.\n\n[i]don't look away. don't look away. don't look away.[/i]\n\nSans' jaw tensed as, despite his best efforts, he had to look away.\n\nA very soft sigh followed from Toriel. Her paw reached to scoop his cheek once again, softer than ever. There was that feeling of inevitable disappointment again, but Toriel was as warm and loving and beautiful as ever.\n\n\"I did not realize you held so much discomfort with yourself, Sans,\" Toriel breathed out, feather-light. \"What on Earth happened in my absence from the greater Underground for some monsters to develop such shame?\" she asked. It wasn't a real question, and she shook her head to cement it. \"Do not answer that. It is not the time. And it does not matter. I have no delusions of being so influential that I could teach you self-love overnight, Sans. But I am going to make sure that, if for just one night, you forget whatever resent you have acquired for your body.\"\n\nSans went to talk but Toriel pushed him back onto the bed. Gently, but firmly enough that it didn't really leave him room to fire back whatever deflecting wit he had planned. Maybe he had a reply once he was lying down, but it got pushed back by the goat woman's mouth on his jaw. He felt her delicately peeling off his gloves and again had to push himself a bit not to protest. His hands, more than maybe any other part of him, he always felt were too hard, too unpleasant, and the bones too small and fiddly and prone to pinching material and flesh and fur.\n\nBut Toriel gave him no chance. One of her paws rubbed at his palm and fingers, moving with the grain of her fur so it didn't get caught, the other over gliding to the joint of his wrist. She trailed up his arm, gently grazing two claws along the ceramic-like bone, reached his elbow...\n\nAgain, any wit or concern caught in Sans' mind. Toriel's claws didn't just graze over his elbow to his upper arm, they got [i]into[/i] him. Her fingers pressed gently into the joint, brushing the bones smoothed by so much chafing and grinding against each other. Those spots where the bone had been worn down a bit from contact... Sans hadn't really thought much about it, but they were more sensitive for it.\n\nAt the same time her lips trailed from his jaw, but instead of just going over his ribs like would be expected for a more full-bodied monster - like all his past partners had done - Toriel trailed up, to the actual back of his jaw, under it to where it would connect to a neck for most. One of her paws came up to gently but insistently tilt his head back, and Sans' eyes widened as he felt her fur and lips tracing [i]inside of him,[/i] the inside of his jaw and borderline inside of his mouth.\n\n\"tori, you're... i signed up for sex, not an autopsy,\" Sans joked. But his quivering voice sold him out, and Toriel barely even paid attention to him beyond a vibrating rumble of a laugh that travelled all through his skull.\n\nShe pulled back just to crawl further up his body, then pushed in again, and... Sans outright [i]gasped[/i] when he felt her kissing and even licking at the inside of his spine. It was the opposite of his elbow joint; while that had been worn down enough to have a higher sensitivity, the inside of his spine, tucked up behind his skull, was somewhere he didn't think anyone had ever actually made physical contact with, himself included.\n\nIt made Sans convulse. Then his eyes widened in panic as he felt - and heard, in the form of a quiet yelp - Tori's thin tongue pinched between two of his spine's vertebrae.\n\n\"ah! shit, tori, are you-\"\n\nHe didn't get further than that, as Toriel leaned in to gently pinch one of those same, untouched vertebrae between her slightly pointed teeth. Sans let out some kind of speechless grunting gasp and felt like maybe he wouldn't be able to see straight ever again.\n\n\"I am fine, dear. Silly little mishaps are a normal part of sex,\" Toriel said off-handedly, her lips brushing Sans' spine still, her breath carrying her words all through his body.\n\n[i]... my body?[/i]\n\nSans barely ever thought of it as [i]his body.[/i]\n\nHis train of thought was interrupted by another gasp as Toriel's paws moved. They brushed the top of his rib cage at first, and even those felt more sensitive than usual just from how much Tori was making his head swim. But one of them dipped inside, not even just to the inside of the front of his ribs, but all the way inside. It was always hard to tell given the metaphysical nature, but if she wasn't careful she would touch his-\n\nSans [i]whimpered[/i] like a [i]hurt dog[/i] and it was so pathetic-sounding he let out a reflexive grumble immediately afterwards, in frustration at himself.\n\n\"Oh, dear me, was that your soul?\" Toriel asked, voice apologetic.\n\n\"yeah, you-\"\n\nAnother whimper as her paw-pads brushed it again.\n\n\"you-!\" Sans began, his blush deepening as his voice cracked like some horny teenager. \"you did that on purpose!\"\n\nToriel snorted, then laughed so hard she had to temporarily draw back. Sans tried to take the opportunity to sit up, but Tori pulled herself together quickly once she felt him stirring and pushed him right back down, clicking her tongue chidingly.\n\n\"Of course I did,\" Toriel said cheerfully. Calmed, she reached back in to brush against his soul again, and Sans had to clench his fists to stop a third whimper, instead merely sucking in a sharp breath. \"Do teens not experiment with soul-play anymore? Goodness, people think I am stuffy, but if the kids these days are not even horny enough to employ auto-erotic agitatricis, they must be outright [i]prudish.\"[/i]\n\n\"tori,\" Sans said, trying and failing not to sound like he was already being overwhelmed. \"isn't that a bit-\"\n\n\"It is not dangerous in the least, as long as one is cautious,\" Toriel said dismissively... But still, she moved away. \"Do not worry, though. I am trying to prove a point about your biology. It would essentially be cheating to pleasure you using a half-incorporeal universal erogenous zone.\"\n\nWhatever relief Sans may have felt was shattered immediately as Tori instead slid for his belt buckle. Even without the 'normal' parts that felt like a step up in vulnerability and openness. But Toriel played it off like it was nothing aside from minorly salacious, tugging his slacks open enough to slide them down his body and then toss them from the side of the bed.\n\nThere was that self-consciousness again as Sans lay there, fully naked and feeling so small and fragile on Toriel's enormous bed, barely illuminated in the lamp-light. A completely mundane skeleton that could have been on display in a doctor's office but for the magic that animated it, showing nowhere but in his movement and the white sparks of his eyes.\n\nBut Toriel didn't pause long enough for Sans to wallow in it. She laid back down alongside him, so big and warm and [i]present.[/i] She reached under his ribs, traced down the length of his spine firmly enough to memorize every single bump and divot like she was reading braille, deeper and lower, one paw brushing up and down the sections where the back of his ribs met his spine, the other beginning to trace the inside of his pelvis, stroking his ilium, rubbing his pubis, back around to his sacrum and-\n\n\"Ah, this is the infamously impressive coccyx of yours, yes?\" Toriel asked, giving a literally wolfish grin. She didn't break eye contact as she pulled that paw up to lick her digits then slid it back down. Sans would already have described that general area as 'the closest thing to an erogenous zone' that he had, but with all the build-up...\n\nToriel touched it with one of those soft and plush paw-pads, in almost the same manner that she would have first delicately touched someone's clitoris. Feather-light, watching the reaction closely to make sure it wasn't too much, applying just the tiniest bit more pressure with her slickened digits when there was no hyper-sensitivity. Normally that wouldn't have been even close to necessary, but Sans truly saw sparks when she did that, eyes going shock-wide as his bony fists gripped the sheets.\n\n\"how-\" Sans trailed off, now fully breathless and no longer even trying to hide it. \"what are you [i]doing[/i] to me...?\"\n\n\"People your age are so impatient,\" Toriel said with a playfully condescending tone. \"Even for flesh and muscle, Sans, for all but the most straight-forward of people, it is quite uncommon to be able to dive straight for their genitals and cause them to, what is the term... 'Shoot ropes'?\" the older monster said, playing dumb. It would've been hilarious if Sans' brain wasn't busy exploding.\n\n\"but i've... i've tried-\"\n\nSans was cut off by Toriel's other paw, further exploring his ribs. Brushing and rubbing and oh-so-delicately scratching over his xiphoid process, sternum, across the costal cartilage of his lower ribs. She somehow knew to go straight for where his sixth rib fused with his costal arch that, for whatever reason, was particularly sensitive on the inside, and-\n\n\"how do you [i]know[/i] all this?!\" Sans finally let out in laughing gasps.\n\nIt was exasperating, bewildering, part of it was maybe even slightly humiliating that he had thought it would be so impossible to make him feel good and here Toriel was doing it so effortlessly, but he could hardly bring himself to care, it felt fucking amazing and-\n\n\"Experience is a powerful thing,\" is all that Toriel dignified it with. Then she moved and Sans yelped again, but less ashamed this time; she shifted further to the skeleton's side, used one of her thighs to prop up one of his legs and give her hand better access to him. Both paws kept up their work, one exploring and stroking and caressing his ribs while her other employed a more traditional sort of stimulation on the inside of his hips and particularly his coccyx, rolling her fingers in little circles and spirals and tiny strokes.\n\nBut the position also let her lean down to resume what she'd started earlier on the top of his spine. Kissing and licking at it, at the top vertebrae and the edges of the processes, his clavicle and the tops of his first ribs, in no different a way to how someone would kiss and suck and nibble on a more fleshy monster's neck.\n\n\"See, Sans... This nonsense about being 'insensitive' is just that. Nonsense,\" the caprine mumbled around the skeleton's neck, and her breath washing over him just made him shudder more. \"Everyone has sensitive spots, everyone has things that please and excite them... But even us monsters, apparently, have become far too eager to categorize, to make a list, a script, a guide that we can follow without thought.\"\n\nSans blinked up at her. In truth he was so out of it he could only half-follow what she was even saying, but her voice was nonetheless honey in his mind, her rust eyes further intoxicating. He was sure whatever she was saying was romantic, or insightful, or enlightening, probably all three.\n\n\"I will not bring naive, reductionist expectations into the bedroom with my partners. I will not assume all bodies work the same,\" Tori whispered against his skull, and Sans felt like his soul was legitimately going to burst. \"I will work with what you have because it is your body and it is unique and it is beautiful. I do not need memorized precedents to make love to someone that I love, Sans,\" she continued, her voice only growing deeper, thicker, heavier.\n\n\"The only thing I need is the quivering of your body and the whimpers in your voice. If you do not know your erogenous zones, I will find them. If they are not on the surface, I will unearth them. If they do not exist, I will [i]make[/i] them.\"\n\nEven if Sans didn't fully process it, some part of him understood her words, and they made his soul damn near jump out of his chest. But Toriel didn't even need that to fuck the boy's brains out. Her hand was inside of his chest, everywhere at once, elbow-deep in him. Her other far more delicate in the way it stroked him. She was inside of him and he could feel her filling him, lack of flesh be damned.\n\n\"I will find whatever it takes to make you shiver, to leave you without the use of your legs until the morning comes, and I will [i]carve[/i] my care, my lust, and my love for you, directly into your cartilage if I must.\"\n\nHer lips opened to latch onto his cervicothoracic junction, sucking it as if she was giving it a hickey. It was too much. It was entirely too much. Toriel's eyes danced in glee while Sans' vision exploded in white, or colours, or both, the first unrestrained moan he could remember as his toes flexed and he almost tore the sheets with those rough bony fingers of his, and Toriel just [i]kept going,[/i] she kept him at that peak for seconds or minutes or years and Sans couldn't tell which and-\n\nThe end of Sans' first-ever orgasm saw his bones clatter down as if whatever magic animated him had abandoned him all at once, but Toriel had moved - or moved him? - so that he simply fell back against her, cradling his body against her massive frame, while nuzzling deep into his neck and still delicately kissing at the less overworked areas, comforting, helping to bring him down.\n\nSans' mind began to clear and there was a brief moment where he felt small and delicate and vulnerable again, but Toriel just held him tighter, enveloped him more fully with her body.\n\nOne arm around his shoulder, one draped over his chest. Her chest against his back, totally unconcerned with the way his ribs were so much less comfortable than a fleshed monster's back would have been. His hip bone was surely digging into her thigh. He idly wondered how many tufts of white fur he'd find in his joints later.\n\nToriel truly didn't care. Maybe she genuinely didn't even notice. She didn't see him as 'a monster minus their skin,' but just a monster. She didn't see his bone as 'what is under flesh,' but his surface. His flesh. For once, his body felt like his body, not just some vessel lacking in some fundamental aspect that he happened to be occupying.\n\n\"I told you,\" Toriel borderline sung with a level of smugness Sans wouldn't have thought her capable of. He just huffed a laugh.\n\n\"okay... i'll admit... you ain't all talk. you really are built different.\"\n\n\"I have lived so many centuries, Sans, you think I would not know how to [i]play your ivories?\"[/i] Toriel asked, while her paw-pads playfully plucked at his ribs like they were harp strings.\n\nSans shook his head and laughed. When he was this tired, even he couldn't keep up with her wonderful, terrible humour. Toriel just giggled in her victory, delivering a loving kiss to the side of his skull. She squirmed until her blankets were freed from under them both, pulled them both back to lie down, then the blankets over them.\n\nSans still felt strange as he always did, as a skeleton next to a fully fleshed body. But even afterwards, Toriel didn't just loosely hold him like anyone else. She didn't shy away from her digits falling between his bones like one would rub at fingers, she didn't act like getting into his joints might make him fall apart, even while just idly cuddling her paws touched at places nobody else had. Others so often treated him like a substitute, a stand-in.\n\nPerhaps to view it charitably, they tried to treat him 'normally'. Like he had flesh. But he didn't. They tried to treat him the same when he was very simply different, and when 'normal' didn't work on him, it just exacerbated how abnormal he felt.\n\nBut Toriel embraced those differences. She didn't just pretend he was the same as her, but rather, it was totally normal to her that he wasn't.\n\nSans' hand trailed down and brushed over Toriel's. Lifted it, then grasped it, locking fingers. The paw eclipsed his hand.\n\nShe was different too, after all.\n\nAt seven feet tall she probably totally dwarfed almost all her prior lovers. One of only a handful of known Boss Monsters left in the world. A Queen, once. Apparently these humans even had it in their heads that her penis should have made her a man. A bewildering belief she'd likely had to deal with centuries ago when monsters first lived on the surface, and now was opting to once more have to tolerate for the sake of her people.\n\nIn retrospect, it was no surprise at all that Toriel knew how it felt to be different, and knew to work with his differences rather than against them.\n\nJust this once, he wouldn't worry about the bone being too harsh, or about her fur getting caught in the joints.\n\nHer paw was so warm, and Sans squeezed it firmly.\n\nHe felt her love so, so clearly.", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "It started innocuously enough.

A sweet date, different from any of their prior dates but not by so much. A little more formal, just a little more serious. A nice shirt and vest instead of a t-shirt and hoodie, a more elegant gown, a higher number on the bill. Fancier food, and finer wine that left him with a little bit more of a warm, pleasant filter over both his vision and his thoughts.

If it were anyone else Sans would have felt the pressure of rising expectations. But he knew the towering Boss Monster walking beside him, the tiniest hint of swagger in her step, well enough to know that she would take a 'no' with minimal disappointment. Just as she had countless times before. A year together and she had never been anything short of understanding of just how slow Sans took things.

Not that she hadn't been hopeful; Sans was both impressed, and flattered, by her ability to walk the line between patient and eager. To make him feel wanted, desired even, without feeling pressured.

Such was the case when, upon arriving at Toriel's door, she looked down at Sans with a smile and subtly lidded eyes far warmer than even the feeling of alcohol mingling with his magic. Her voice husky, smoky to match. Her mere presence a blazing fireplace, existing in stubborn defiance of the season.

"May I kiss you, Sans?"

Most of his partners had to kneel to kiss him, and Toriel was as far as could be from an exception. But she didn't even do that, not until he gave the okay. Someone else might have knelt first, perhaps to show eagerness, but would have put him in an awkward position to say no. Never Toriel. She always asked first. She always made sure he felt completely comfortable declining. Even while tipsy she was so considerate.

"you're gonna get that beautiful dress dirty if you do that," Sans pointed out, nodding down to the sidewalk; it was damp with cold condensation, if not maybe a tiny sprinkling of still-sporadic rain.

But just like Sans knew Toriel, Toriel knew Sans. Knew how to tell the difference between the resting position of his bones and a genuine teasing grin just from the subtle tugs to the edges of his mouth. That slight extra breathiness to his voice from suppressing a hint of a chuckle.

"I was did not identify a 'no' anywhere in that answer," Toriel noted in faux innocence.

"probably because there wasn't one. it'd be more than welcome," Sans said, voice growing at least a little more serious. For all his jokes, he wanted to be sure Toriel knew where he stood too.

At that Toriel smiled again, so full of care and affection, and came to a half-kneel. Sans shuffled a small step closer, more to signal than anything while habitually winking his left eye. A single furry digit gently hooked under his chin, tilting his face upwards. Even kneeling, she had to lean down to reach him. The palms of his hands arrived to meet her cheeks when she did, icy ivory bones obvious even under the cotton gloves he always wore on date nights. Toriel paid them no mind.

She dipped. The older woman's lips met where his would have been, slightly parted. He couldn't fully close his mouth given the lack, and he didn't feel things the same without skin, but... Even with all the disconnects between them, he could feel her affection infecting him like dye in water. Blotted by warm lips, injected by short bristles of fur when just a drop could have instantly spread into his magic and coloured his soul two shades lighter. His shoulders slumped and his thumbs idly, unconsciously grazed her furred cheeks.

It terrified him how easily she could make him feel so much, forget so much, with so little effort.

She pulled back, much too late for him to doubt her, her face already set in affection with no trace of the awkwardness he always subconsciously expected.

Words began to bubble up in Sans but he couldn't quite put them together before Toriel spoke first.

"You understand Sans, that if you decline my first transparently loaded and innuendo-laced invitation to 'come inside,' I will ask a second time without the implications so that we may watch cheesy comedy movies and eat junk food in our pyjamas, yes?" Toriel asked, so warm that Sans would have sworn on his soul that she was the reason for the night's lack of snow.

"i know, tori."

"So," the goat-monster purred, barely loosening the lid on her lust yet teeming with it regardless, "will you come inside?"

It was a practiced routine. She'd proposition in a voice that would melt a more-susceptible monster. Sans would say 'nah' in a way that was casual but still tinged with a warm shade of flattery. Toriel would ask again sans the sultry, and the skeleton would purr 'i'd love to' with the most suggestive voice he could manage.

"yeah, sure."

It was delivered so casually that Toriel's mouth opened for the scripted reply, then paused as the warm smile vanished for just a moment. She looked down at Sans with surprise, but when his grin up at her was devoid of uncertainty she couldn't stop the borderline lecherous smirk that spread over her muzzle.

"You are certain?" she asked, plainly. Just to be sure.

"i am," Sans replied, definite.

Toriel's eyes scanned Sans'... As much as they could, given the lack of overt expression in the plain white sparks of magic. But again, she knew him well. The subtle creases in the bones of his brow, his mouth, his cheeks. Relaxed. At-ease. Even the magic that made up his pupils was calm, static and still.

And so Toriel stayed her smirk, stood, and plucked her boyfriend off the ground as she went, one arm cradling his back and the other securing one of his bony legs around her waist. The shift in her mood was immediate. She drew him into another kiss, pressing him against her door while her paw fumbled to get her key in the lock while still holding him around her, before they both half-fell through it, caught only by that of Toriel's grace that survived the drink.

The pace sparked a tiny ember of panic in Sans along with, he had to admit, just a pinch of emasculation at her picking him up so effortlessly; neither stood against the intoxication of her. Some from the wine that flavoured her mouth but most from her presence, her strength, the desire in those eyes that matched the wine's shade. There was no need to hold back, Sans told himself to try calm his soul; the kids were at Asgore's and he'd made his decision.

But Toriel stopped in her tracks once the door closed behind them.

"Ah! I should not assume that a 'yes' means full licence, no?" she quickly parted to ask.

Sans had to fight not to laugh to himself that the one time she'd maybe pushed past his boundaries, she slammed the breaks in near synchronization with the thought.

"you're good, tori. i uh... i kinda got the feeling you wouldn't be too reserved once i gave the okay," he chuckled, unable to keep up the uninterrupted seriousness. "part of why i waited so long to, y'know, bone down."

A slight smirk appeared on Toriel's lips again, but then faded into a more restrained and caring smile.

"That is a tired pun even for you, Sans. You grasp lower fruit when you are anxious. Are you sure this is fine?" she asked, voice trickling comfort.

Sans went to reply, but when he felt himself about to tell a dismissive white lie he stopped himself. Closed his eyes for a moment and put in the effort to actually confront his feelings as he'd been trying so hard to do more often, at least with Tori. She deserved the honesty.

"i uh. well, i guess i would prefer to be the one settin' the pace," Sans admitted, eyes peeking up to open at her. His subconscious still couldn't help but expect defensiveness or offence.

Toriel only smiled brighter.

"Certainly my dear," the woman soothed, giving him a comparatively almost-chaste kiss on the mouth, before setting him down. "I am just as content in follow as in lead. Although I will admit myself surprised. I should have thought you would be ecstatic to be able to let me do all the work," Toriel said, a hint of tease and a smirk to match it.

God, Sans loved that mischievous twinkle in her eyes.

"i think if i was a starfish Undyne would've eaten me by now," Sans said with a somewhat-smug grin. Toriel's expression just said to stop stalling. Sans obliged.

Watching his partner, knowing her expression was one he didn't want to miss, he used one hand to loosen his tie as if he were about to undertake some intense labour. His other raised to the air, paused for drama, then snapped his fingers, the raw bone lending to a particularly sharp crack, gloves or not.

His magic swelled. His eye shone with a blue, gold-trimmed fire. Toriel's expression turned to surprise as, rapidly, dully-glowing blue tendrils slithered from his sleeves, his pants' cuffs, messed his tucked shirt to spill from its hem and from under his vest. All converged in a fraction of a moment to literally sweep Toriel off her feet and carry her bridal-style in front of him, the caprine woman bleating in surprise. Sans moved his arms underneath Toriel as well but it was largely for show, the tendrils doing most of the literal heavy lifting.

"Wha-! Ectomancy, Sans?? Do you have some ghost magic in you?" the monster half-yelped. Sans was right; it was immensely fun seeing that shock in her eyes.

"not sure. but if you're cool with it i'd certainly like to put some ghost magic in you," the skeleton fired back without delay and, finally, the edges of his eyesockets wrinkled, the side of his mouth pulled a little more taut in what people familiar with him could read as a grin, real relaxed humour infecting his expression. It took everything Toriel had not to erupt into cackles.

"Ah, now that is the disposition I am far more familiar with!" she giggled, grinning with utter affection as she looped an arm behind Sans' head. "Absolutely, dear... You..." she paused. Tried to hide the way her outer fang bit down on her lip. "You have... My full consent-acle, to ten-drill me how and wherever you like."

The way her body shook from the restrained laughter might've shaken her free from Sans' grip if his magic weren't so strong, but Sans just grinned wider as he carried his girlfriend to her bedroom.

"great. i'll make sure you're content-acle, from head to ec-toe."

===

"Ah! Enough! That's... That's enough!"

An exhausted groan of bliss and, at the word, Sans finally relented. Slowly and delicately his magic drew back towards him, slipping from his partner before dissipating into the air entirely. Which left Toriel, naked with sweat-matted fur, to slump fully into her mattress. Pearl-white streaks highlighted the heavy rise and fall of her stomach, almost hidden by the thicker snowy fuzz on her belly but for the shimmering of the dim lamp light.

Toriel stared at the ceiling for a moment as she laid supine, blinking her eyes to try to clear both them and her head. Then, softly, she started laughing, first airy and gentle then more raspy and full.

"Good Angel, Sans, that was... Fucking amazing!" Toriel gasped, primness long since evaporated. Sans had to stop the same snort of a laugh that tempted to break through every time he heard her swear. "You're full of surprises!... I didn't expect such eagerness, let alone such stamina to go with it...!"

Sans himself was knelt on the bed before her in significantly better condition. Still fully clothed if heavily dishevelled, vest undone and only one side of his shirt untucked, unmarked but for some sweat on his skull and ectoplasm dampening his clothes. Breathing like he'd jogged to the corner while Toriel looked like she'd run a marathon.

"gotta put in some effort sometimes, can't have people thinking i'm lazy or something," Sans joked, giving a huff of a laugh to go with his shrug. He played it off but the view of Toriel under him was working some absolute magic on his ego, between both her open and unadorned beauty and the fact he'd managed to fuck her to so much satisfied exhaustion.

Toriel laughed right back, shaking her head slightly. She hadn't expected anything less than jokes in the bedroom.

But Toriel was done joking around, and furthermore, done resting.

With a grunt of effort from herself and a matching one from her bed struggling to support an unashamedly fat seven-foot-tall monster, Toriel pushed herself up, coming to kneel before Sans. He looked up at her, trying to remain composed but a hint of intimidation showing at Toriel towering over him.

But the intimidation was misleading. The paw that reached down to cup Sans' chin was light and gentle, soft fur bristling against bone. The way Toriel pulled him up for his gaze to meet hers was simply comforting, as was her expression. She leaned in close, her breath bathed his face, she nosed and nuzzled at his cheek with total tenderness.

"That really was exquisite," Toriel murmured into Sans' ear, so close that now her fur brushed the whole side of his face. "I simply must return the favour."

The implied promise heated his entire head, filled his skull, permeated his normally-cold bones. It was so tempting, more siren-song than he'd ever heard from an actual siren, and he'd heard a few.

It took all his strength to refuse.

"actually uh. you really don't have to do that-"

"Well, then, I simply desire to return the favour," Toriel cut Sans off to assure. Her paws began to tug on his half-untucked shirt and Sans tried hard to keep the rush out of his voice.

"i more mean, uh. if you feel like it's a favour that needs to be returned, then maybe that's not the best-"

Even if he kept the rush out of his voice, he couldn't fully stop the way that his body instinctively ducked a little bit away from her. It made Toriel stop dead in her tracks, seductive expression gone to concern. Though there was a tiny element of accusation to it.

"You are deflecting... Please, Sans, in the bedroom, of all places?" she asked, and her voice likewise carried that hint of sharpness. Mercifully for Sans, since there was no way he could hold out against that, it quickly gave way to another gentle smile. "Look. I sit here, exposed so completely. It is not unfair to ask you to be honest with me, is it?"

Sans looked down at her, validating her point but also just taking the excuse to see the sights. Breasts and stomach both heavy from their centuries-long war with gravity but still fighting valiantly, stretch marks barely visible under fur. It looked coarse and scruffy with age but was still soft, like a well-loved plush. Streaked in sweat and the semen on her belly, penis slowly retreating into her sheath but not yet done.

God but she was beautiful. And, yes, completely exposed. Even Tori had her insecurities but she had opened herself to him entirely.

Sans sighed softly as he pulled his gaze away from her body, which wasn't all that difficult given her face was just as easy on the eyes.

"i'm... well, i'm ace," Sans began, his voice more nervous than he would have liked.

"That much is obvious, yes," Toriel said conversationally, and the sheer ease with which she accepted it made Sans feel light. Even if it did mean he'd have to elaborate.

"and, well... i'm not really good on the whole 'having the favour returned' thing," Sans continued.

Toriel was still looming over Sans but her countenance softened, her touch more gentle while laying off that air of seduction. She again grazed her paw over his cheek as he talked, considered prodding him to be more direct, then gave a quiet sigh as she cut him some slack.

"You do not like receiving affection. And that is why you insisted on leading before," Toriel laid out simply. Putting it so bluntly made Sans hesitate, but he did nod after a beat. "And it is why you have spent the last year taking things so sl-... At such a slow p-ace," she added, a tiny hint of a cheeky smile turning her muzzle.

That, at least, made Sans chuckle softly. His shoulders relaxed a little, and he nodded again.

"yeah. i don't hate contact, but being the focus like that just... makes me uncomfortable i guess," Sans said, trying to play it off coolly. Being open and honest was still a long work-in-progress, but at least he was better at it with Toriel than anyone else.

"That is completely fine, Sans," Toriel assured.

Of course, Sans logically expected nothing less. But still the confirmation made his shoulders relax even further, made him flag gently into Toriel's paw. Made him lower his guard a little.

"thanks, tori. really. i only like disappointing people on my own terms," Sans again tried to play it off.

Toriel paused. Sans felt her mental heel-turn right through her paw.

"Disappointing people?" she asked, expression back to sharp but sympathetic. Sans winced, berating himself internally for giving too much information just for the sake of some non-joke.

"well it's just-"

"No more jokes, Sans," Toriel interjected, anticipating correctly. She could feel his increasing desire to sweep everything under the rug, but she wouldn't have it this time. "Talk to me directly. Tell me the reason for it."

Sans felt himself bristle, at least metaphorically. That was a rare reaction for him, but he felt almost as if Toriel was backing him into a corner, and her stern stare didn't help.

"really, tori? i didn't think you'd be the type to not take 'no' for an answer-"

"That is not what is happening, Sans, and you know it," Toriel said even more sharply. Not angry, but with authority. Sans shirked a little; it was the voice she used for chastising both her students and the kids, and it was immensely effective. It felt like it pierced straight to his marrow.

A moment of silence, growing thicker by the moment. Toriel sighed again, and her softness brushed that tension to the side so effortlessly. She continued when Sans didn't.

"Sans, being asexual, or aromantic, or both, are completely fine with me. There is no world in which I would be opposed to either," the older woman assured, effortlessly sidestepping what even Sans himself knew was just a cheap shot to deflect. "But disappoint? Fear of disappointing me is not a reason I can accept. If you look me in the eyes and tell me you are not in the mood, that for any reason you do not harbour the desire, I will relent immediately."

Sans glanced up at Toriel, her paw on his cheek still framing one side of his vision. Those little white sparks could only hold her rusty gaze for a moment before he looked away again. It made Toriel purse her lips a little more.

"But," she continued, "if your only reason right now is that you are afraid of disappointing me, that you somehow believe you are inadequate for or undeserving of the treatment..."

"it's not that," Sans said, far more gentle than his usual jovial tone. If she was going to prod this deep, it felt like he had no choice but to really go into it. "it's just... being a skeleton and all. i can't, y'know... physical sensations are pretty subtle, it's not like i have any big nerve clusters..."

Toriel's eyes narrowed slightly and she perked a brow. The expression told Sans clearly that she was done tolerating indirectness. Another sigh from the small skeleton.

"i can't get off," he finally admitted bluntly. Just the absolute beginning of an unconvinced smirk on Toriel's muzzle got him to continue. "and, i know, i've heard it all before. 'what about ectomancy?' 'i can keep going all night,' 'i'm just built different,'" Sans listed off. "it doesn't work."

His examples made Toriel scoff in playful condescension, as if whoever said them was akin to a teenager reciting advice from a trashy lifestyle magazine.

"Ectomancy has sensation but not close to enough. Of course that would not work. Sans, have you been with someone even a tenth of my age?" Toriel asked, letting a smirk pull her muzzle.

"tori-"

"I know, I know. I am teasing... Somewhat. The point stands, but it is not my main one," Toriel assured, losing that slight bit of teasing derisiveness as she so seamlessly slipped back into a wonderfully soothing warmth. "My main point is that it does not matter, Sans. Even assuming that your biology is incapable of it - which I doubt - it is by no means necessary to enjoy oneself. Come now, Sans, are you telling me you of all people ascribe to such a foolish notion as sex running on some preset script, where an expulsion of fluids signals the end of the encounter like fireworks announcing the end of a year?"

Sans couldn't help but laugh at that, and he definitely couldn't help running with it.

"i do like to go out with a bang... maybe i just feel bad for the lack of cum-fetti."

"Sweet Angel," Toriel snorted, Sans grinning and shrugging while the caprine's attempts to act indignant were thwarted by her giggles. "I said be serious! For just a minute, would you??" she asked, trying again to stay stern.

"i feel like a lot of guys would have trouble lasting a minute with you, tori, but like i've been saying, this bone stays hard to a fault," Sans said while tapping his elbow. His funny bone, naturally.

Tori shook her head, gave him a very playfully light conk on the skull, and squeezed his shoulders as if hoping that physically restraining him would do the same mentally.

"Listen to me," she said, finally finding her calm. "A good time is a good time. Regardless of any 'fireworks.' Sans, of course I will relent if it makes you so uncomfortable... But you will not disappoint me. And if that is your main motivator, I am going to request you shelve it. My confidence aside, even if you are right, I have precisely zero doubt I can not make it an extremely enjoyable experience regardless," Toriel said... Then, smugly, added; "For both of us."

Sans finally stopped joking around himself, a bony finger awkwardly scraping at his jaw. Even for him, his grin dimmed until it was barely present. Toriel gave him a moment, then gave what she hoped was a more comforting squeeze to his shoulders.

"Would you humer me...?"

Toriel kept a straight face for all of five seconds, though even that was so uncharacteristically long that Sans didn't even realize the joke until snorts began to break through. His grin brightened, but Toriel didn't wait for a reply. Her disposition grew sultry once more, her paw trailed down his shoulder and Sans baulked, but it merely dipped to grab his tie and give it a soft yet unmistakable pull.

"Trust me. No matter what happens, Sans, I will not be disappointed."

Some part of Sans still wanted to decline. To nip in the bud even remote possibilities of ever doing wrong by Toriel, of souring her opinion of him. But he knew it was fear. Risk aversion. He did, in plain terms, want to be touched, not at all helped by the image of the beautiful monster sitting so close to him, still stark naked, tugging on his tie like a sprinter just waiting for the gun to go off. He could have just let her tug his face straight into her breasts, their heights were perfect for it.

The skeleton sighed. Re-learning how to care about things was such a drag, when it meant he had to worry about losing people close to him again. Sometimes he wondered if it was even worth it. The upside, though, was that he was still relatively skilled at employing a degree of willed apathy if it meant hopefully making some progress.

"alright, tori. i'll take your word for it. but if it destroys our relationship forever, i'm gonna tell everyone you had to end things because you were intimidated by my overwhelming handsomeness."

"Deflecting as always," Toriel snorted, giving that tie a particularly rough tug before actually pulling at the knot. "But, very well. You can tell people your coccyx was just far too massive for me."

Sans snorted right back.

"you just didn't have the spine to try it."

"Yes, yes. If they will not think you are ribbing them, you can tell them that the ribs is exactly where it reached to."

It almost seemed like Sans would have yet another retort, but Toriel wouldn't have it. She deftly slipped a sharp claw into the little slip she'd pulled in the knot, tugged the tie undone, and grabbed both ends to pull him closer to her in one smooth motion. She used her lips to bottle any more silly puns. As much as she deeply enjoyed them. Time and a place, of course.

Sans melted into Toriel's kisses as he always did, such a slave to her warmth, to the ticklish bristles of her fur and softness of her lips behind it. He felt her other paw working at the buttons of his shirt. Felt her fully pull that shirt from its tuck. And he would've tensed if not for the way Toriel tilted her head and gave a playful lap of her tongue against his teeth. He felt the cold air begin to invade his clothes, and again it was only her lips trailing to his jaw, kissing and nibbling at the bone that pushed down his nerves.

"you're doing this on purpose, aren't you?" Sans asked, his already blue-tinged cheeks colouring further at the huskiness of his own voice.

"Of course," Tori mumbled between nips.

"maybe you should'a been a nurse. you could distract people from magic-drawing by needling them with kisses."

"I have several ball-gags in my closet, Sans, do not force me to retrieve one."

"that wouldn't w-... wait you have ball gags?" Sans asked, genuinely surprised.

"That is the tip of the iceberg of what I have in my closet."

"you're holdin' out on me?" Sans said, but his tone betrayed the joke. He had almost no experience with that kind of thing and definitely wouldn't have been brave enough to begin that journey in that moment.

"It is our first time being sexual. I am not going to brandish my whips quite yet."

"... that was a joke, right?"

"I would not test it were I in your position."

Sans wasn't wrong though, Toriel was very skilled at distracting one from their stressors. While bantering she fully unbuttoned Sans' shirt, then released his tie. Her digits moved to his shoulders to slide his shirt off, and the feeling of smooth cotton, sharp claw-tips, and soft paw-pads all trailing down his arms at once was pleasant enough to keep Sans' mind from lingering on the details.

... For a little while.

Sans really didn't like admitting how small and frail it made him feel once he was entirely topless. Some very mild and simple magic was employed to keep his clothes more 'full' than they would otherwise appear, and his silhouette wearing a baggy hoodie or coat felt more like his true self. But the shirt slid off and revealed him for what he was; a skeleton. Nothing more. No muscle, no skin, no hair. Thin and flimsy-feeling bones that stayed connected with nothing more than invisible, intangible magic. Arms and legs, a skull and ribs and hips connected by a spine.

His discomfort didn't go unnoticed by Toriel. She stopped once he was exposed from the hips up, leaning back to look down at him.

don't look away. don't look away. don't look away.

Sans' jaw tensed as, despite his best efforts, he had to look away.

A very soft sigh followed from Toriel. Her paw reached to scoop his cheek once again, softer than ever. There was that feeling of inevitable disappointment again, but Toriel was as warm and loving and beautiful as ever.

"I did not realize you held so much discomfort with yourself, Sans," Toriel breathed out, feather-light. "What on Earth happened in my absence from the greater Underground for some monsters to develop such shame?" she asked. It wasn't a real question, and she shook her head to cement it. "Do not answer that. It is not the time. And it does not matter. I have no delusions of being so influential that I could teach you self-love overnight, Sans. But I am going to make sure that, if for just one night, you forget whatever resent you have acquired for your body."

Sans went to talk but Toriel pushed him back onto the bed. Gently, but firmly enough that it didn't really leave him room to fire back whatever deflecting wit he had planned. Maybe he had a reply once he was lying down, but it got pushed back by the goat woman's mouth on his jaw. He felt her delicately peeling off his gloves and again had to push himself a bit not to protest. His hands, more than maybe any other part of him, he always felt were too hard, too unpleasant, and the bones too small and fiddly and prone to pinching material and flesh and fur.

But Toriel gave him no chance. One of her paws rubbed at his palm and fingers, moving with the grain of her fur so it didn't get caught, the other over gliding to the joint of his wrist. She trailed up his arm, gently grazing two claws along the ceramic-like bone, reached his elbow...

Again, any wit or concern caught in Sans' mind. Toriel's claws didn't just graze over his elbow to his upper arm, they got into him. Her fingers pressed gently into the joint, brushing the bones smoothed by so much chafing and grinding against each other. Those spots where the bone had been worn down a bit from contact... Sans hadn't really thought much about it, but they were more sensitive for it.

At the same time her lips trailed from his jaw, but instead of just going over his ribs like would be expected for a more full-bodied monster - like all his past partners had done - Toriel trailed up, to the actual back of his jaw, under it to where it would connect to a neck for most. One of her paws came up to gently but insistently tilt his head back, and Sans' eyes widened as he felt her fur and lips tracing inside of him, the inside of his jaw and borderline inside of his mouth.

"tori, you're... i signed up for sex, not an autopsy," Sans joked. But his quivering voice sold him out, and Toriel barely even paid attention to him beyond a vibrating rumble of a laugh that travelled all through his skull.

She pulled back just to crawl further up his body, then pushed in again, and... Sans outright gasped when he felt her kissing and even licking at the inside of his spine. It was the opposite of his elbow joint; while that had been worn down enough to have a higher sensitivity, the inside of his spine, tucked up behind his skull, was somewhere he didn't think anyone had ever actually made physical contact with, himself included.

It made Sans convulse. Then his eyes widened in panic as he felt - and heard, in the form of a quiet yelp - Tori's thin tongue pinched between two of his spine's vertebrae.

"ah! shit, tori, are you-"

He didn't get further than that, as Toriel leaned in to gently pinch one of those same, untouched vertebrae between her slightly pointed teeth. Sans let out some kind of speechless grunting gasp and felt like maybe he wouldn't be able to see straight ever again.

"I am fine, dear. Silly little mishaps are a normal part of sex," Toriel said off-handedly, her lips brushing Sans' spine still, her breath carrying her words all through his body.

... my body?

Sans barely ever thought of it as his body.

His train of thought was interrupted by another gasp as Toriel's paws moved. They brushed the top of his rib cage at first, and even those felt more sensitive than usual just from how much Tori was making his head swim. But one of them dipped inside, not even just to the inside of the front of his ribs, but all the way inside. It was always hard to tell given the metaphysical nature, but if she wasn't careful she would touch his-

Sans whimpered like a hurt dog and it was so pathetic-sounding he let out a reflexive grumble immediately afterwards, in frustration at himself.

"Oh, dear me, was that your soul?" Toriel asked, voice apologetic.

"yeah, you-"

Another whimper as her paw-pads brushed it again.

"you-!" Sans began, his blush deepening as his voice cracked like some horny teenager. "you did that on purpose!"

Toriel snorted, then laughed so hard she had to temporarily draw back. Sans tried to take the opportunity to sit up, but Tori pulled herself together quickly once she felt him stirring and pushed him right back down, clicking her tongue chidingly.

"Of course I did," Toriel said cheerfully. Calmed, she reached back in to brush against his soul again, and Sans had to clench his fists to stop a third whimper, instead merely sucking in a sharp breath. "Do teens not experiment with soul-play anymore? Goodness, people think I am stuffy, but if the kids these days are not even horny enough to employ auto-erotic agitatricis, they must be outright prudish."

"tori," Sans said, trying and failing not to sound like he was already being overwhelmed. "isn't that a bit-"

"It is not dangerous in the least, as long as one is cautious," Toriel said dismissively... But still, she moved away. "Do not worry, though. I am trying to prove a point about your biology. It would essentially be cheating to pleasure you using a half-incorporeal universal erogenous zone."

Whatever relief Sans may have felt was shattered immediately as Tori instead slid for his belt buckle. Even without the 'normal' parts that felt like a step up in vulnerability and openness. But Toriel played it off like it was nothing aside from minorly salacious, tugging his slacks open enough to slide them down his body and then toss them from the side of the bed.

There was that self-consciousness again as Sans lay there, fully naked and feeling so small and fragile on Toriel's enormous bed, barely illuminated in the lamp-light. A completely mundane skeleton that could have been on display in a doctor's office but for the magic that animated it, showing nowhere but in his movement and the white sparks of his eyes.

But Toriel didn't pause long enough for Sans to wallow in it. She laid back down alongside him, so big and warm and present. She reached under his ribs, traced down the length of his spine firmly enough to memorize every single bump and divot like she was reading braille, deeper and lower, one paw brushing up and down the sections where the back of his ribs met his spine, the other beginning to trace the inside of his pelvis, stroking his ilium, rubbing his pubis, back around to his sacrum and-

"Ah, this is the infamously impressive coccyx of yours, yes?" Toriel asked, giving a literally wolfish grin. She didn't break eye contact as she pulled that paw up to lick her digits then slid it back down. Sans would already have described that general area as 'the closest thing to an erogenous zone' that he had, but with all the build-up...

Toriel touched it with one of those soft and plush paw-pads, in almost the same manner that she would have first delicately touched someone's clitoris. Feather-light, watching the reaction closely to make sure it wasn't too much, applying just the tiniest bit more pressure with her slickened digits when there was no hyper-sensitivity. Normally that wouldn't have been even close to necessary, but Sans truly saw sparks when she did that, eyes going shock-wide as his bony fists gripped the sheets.

"how-" Sans trailed off, now fully breathless and no longer even trying to hide it. "what are you doing to me...?"

"People your age are so impatient," Toriel said with a playfully condescending tone. "Even for flesh and muscle, Sans, for all but the most straight-forward of people, it is quite uncommon to be able to dive straight for their genitals and cause them to, what is the term... 'Shoot ropes'?" the older monster said, playing dumb. It would've been hilarious if Sans' brain wasn't busy exploding.

"but i've... i've tried-"

Sans was cut off by Toriel's other paw, further exploring his ribs. Brushing and rubbing and oh-so-delicately scratching over his xiphoid process, sternum, across the costal cartilage of his lower ribs. She somehow knew to go straight for where his sixth rib fused with his costal arch that, for whatever reason, was particularly sensitive on the inside, and-

"how do you know all this?!" Sans finally let out in laughing gasps.

It was exasperating, bewildering, part of it was maybe even slightly humiliating that he had thought it would be so impossible to make him feel good and here Toriel was doing it so effortlessly, but he could hardly bring himself to care, it felt fucking amazing and-

"Experience is a powerful thing," is all that Toriel dignified it with. Then she moved and Sans yelped again, but less ashamed this time; she shifted further to the skeleton's side, used one of her thighs to prop up one of his legs and give her hand better access to him. Both paws kept up their work, one exploring and stroking and caressing his ribs while her other employed a more traditional sort of stimulation on the inside of his hips and particularly his coccyx, rolling her fingers in little circles and spirals and tiny strokes.

But the position also let her lean down to resume what she'd started earlier on the top of his spine. Kissing and licking at it, at the top vertebrae and the edges of the processes, his clavicle and the tops of his first ribs, in no different a way to how someone would kiss and suck and nibble on a more fleshy monster's neck.

"See, Sans... This nonsense about being 'insensitive' is just that. Nonsense," the caprine mumbled around the skeleton's neck, and her breath washing over him just made him shudder more. "Everyone has sensitive spots, everyone has things that please and excite them... But even us monsters, apparently, have become far too eager to categorize, to make a list, a script, a guide that we can follow without thought."

Sans blinked up at her. In truth he was so out of it he could only half-follow what she was even saying, but her voice was nonetheless honey in his mind, her rust eyes further intoxicating. He was sure whatever she was saying was romantic, or insightful, or enlightening, probably all three.

"I will not bring naive, reductionist expectations into the bedroom with my partners. I will not assume all bodies work the same," Tori whispered against his skull, and Sans felt like his soul was legitimately going to burst. "I will work with what you have because it is your body and it is unique and it is beautiful. I do not need memorized precedents to make love to someone that I love, Sans," she continued, her voice only growing deeper, thicker, heavier.

"The only thing I need is the quivering of your body and the whimpers in your voice. If you do not know your erogenous zones, I will find them. If they are not on the surface, I will unearth them. If they do not exist, I will make them."

Even if Sans didn't fully process it, some part of him understood her words, and they made his soul damn near jump out of his chest. But Toriel didn't even need that to fuck the boy's brains out. Her hand was inside of his chest, everywhere at once, elbow-deep in him. Her other far more delicate in the way it stroked him. She was inside of him and he could feel her filling him, lack of flesh be damned.

"I will find whatever it takes to make you shiver, to leave you without the use of your legs until the morning comes, and I will carve my care, my lust, and my love for you, directly into your cartilage if I must."

Her lips opened to latch onto his cervicothoracic junction, sucking it as if she was giving it a hickey. It was too much. It was entirely too much. Toriel's eyes danced in glee while Sans' vision exploded in white, or colours, or both, the first unrestrained moan he could remember as his toes flexed and he almost tore the sheets with those rough bony fingers of his, and Toriel just kept going, she kept him at that peak for seconds or minutes or years and Sans couldn't tell which and-

The end of Sans' first-ever orgasm saw his bones clatter down as if whatever magic animated him had abandoned him all at once, but Toriel had moved - or moved him? - so that he simply fell back against her, cradling his body against her massive frame, while nuzzling deep into his neck and still delicately kissing at the less overworked areas, comforting, helping to bring him down.

Sans' mind began to clear and there was a brief moment where he felt small and delicate and vulnerable again, but Toriel just held him tighter, enveloped him more fully with her body.

One arm around his shoulder, one draped over his chest. Her chest against his back, totally unconcerned with the way his ribs were so much less comfortable than a fleshed monster's back would have been. His hip bone was surely digging into her thigh. He idly wondered how many tufts of white fur he'd find in his joints later.

Toriel truly didn't care. Maybe she genuinely didn't even notice. She didn't see him as 'a monster minus their skin,' but just a monster. She didn't see his bone as 'what is under flesh,' but his surface. His flesh. For once, his body felt like his body, not just some vessel lacking in some fundamental aspect that he happened to be occupying.

"I told you," Toriel borderline sung with a level of smugness Sans wouldn't have thought her capable of. He just huffed a laugh.

"okay... i'll admit... you ain't all talk. you really are built different."

"I have lived so many centuries, Sans, you think I would not know how to play your ivories?" Toriel asked, while her paw-pads playfully plucked at his ribs like they were harp strings.

Sans shook his head and laughed. When he was this tired, even he couldn't keep up with her wonderful, terrible humour. Toriel just giggled in her victory, delivering a loving kiss to the side of his skull. She squirmed until her blankets were freed from under them both, pulled them both back to lie down, then the blankets over them.

Sans still felt strange as he always did, as a skeleton next to a fully fleshed body. But even afterwards, Toriel didn't just loosely hold him like anyone else. She didn't shy away from her digits falling between his bones like one would rub at fingers, she didn't act like getting into his joints might make him fall apart, even while just idly cuddling her paws touched at places nobody else had. Others so often treated him like a substitute, a stand-in.

Perhaps to view it charitably, they tried to treat him 'normally'. Like he had flesh. But he didn't. They tried to treat him the same when he was very simply different, and when 'normal' didn't work on him, it just exacerbated how abnormal he felt.

But Toriel embraced those differences. She didn't just pretend he was the same as her, but rather, it was totally normal to her that he wasn't.

Sans' hand trailed down and brushed over Toriel's. Lifted it, then grasped it, locking fingers. The paw eclipsed his hand.

She was different too, after all.

At seven feet tall she probably totally dwarfed almost all her prior lovers. One of only a handful of known Boss Monsters left in the world. A Queen, once. Apparently these humans even had it in their heads that her penis should have made her a man. A bewildering belief she'd likely had to deal with centuries ago when monsters first lived on the surface, and now was opting to once more have to tolerate for the sake of her people.

In retrospect, it was no surprise at all that Toriel knew how it felt to be different, and knew to work with his differences rather than against them.

Just this once, he wouldn't worry about the bone being too harsh, or about her fur getting caught in the joints.

Her paw was so warm, and Sans squeezed it firmly.

He felt her love so, so clearly.", "pools_count": 0, "title": "These Old Bones [Undertale, Sans x Toriel]", "deleted": "f", "public": "t", "mimetype": "image/png", "pagecount": "1", "rating_id": "2", "rating_name": "Adult", "ratings": [ { "content_tag_id": "4", "name": "Sexual Themes", "description": "Erotic imagery, sexual activity or arousal", "rating_id": "2" } ], "submission_type_id": "12", "type_name": "Writing - Document", "guest_block": "f", "friends_only": "f", "comments_count": "0", "views": "57" }