"... can i send you nudes?"

...

The request came so out of the fucking blue that you inhaled sharply on your smoothie that Sans had made for you, choking hard on the contents and sputtering, putting the glass down, coughing loudly.

That was the last thing you expected to hear from him when you were literally less than ten minutes away from heading to school. You at least figured he'd drop a question like that later... like, at home, or playing video games, or before bed.

Not right before school!

You felt your whole face flood red as the choking died down, Sans's casual patting on your back to help you stop dying suddenly giving you goosebumps.

And not the bad kind.

... Why did... that... sound like such an appealing idea!?

WHY WERE YOU CONSIDERING SAYING YES!?

"W-what!?" You spluttered, turning to him, wide-eyed.

He just... looked down at you calmly, checked you were alright, then went back to making the lunches for the both of you. "could i?"

"W-why!?" Actually you already knew why. "When!?" Probably later. "... What!?"

You felt so hot in the face, confused at your willingness... embarrassed to another degree. Yet again, his ability to pop such insane questions with a calm and straight demeanour left you astounded.

"just wanted to ask in case." He smiled.

"... I..."

... Well...

At... least he asked first? He was learning. He wasn't demanding he send nudes or demanding he get any.

He'd given you control of the situation by providing choice. It...

... It felt nice. And made you feel more confident.

"you can say no." He pointed out, slicing a tomato with a large knife, speaking in such a tone that you knew there was no way he'd ever get mad at you for refusing his 'nudes' after your previous encounters with sexual situations and the giant blunder on his part.

And, You thought, taking a careful sip of your smoothie contents, I can choose not to look. I can look when I want to... he's not forcing me into anything.

...

And he's hot.

"... I-I..." You stared into the glass, the sides stained with berry and fruit juice remains, unable to maintain eye contact with him. "... I guess?"

"... really?"

His voice sounded so bright and surprised, like a dog when it's ears pricked up upon noticing a treat.

"Y-yeah." You looked in the complete opposite direction, face kinda in your drink, face hot with embarrassment. You... started picturing some of the things he could send... SHIT! You shouldn't be into this! "I mean... I might not do anything with them, but... like... I don't really see why not..."

"... alright." His voice was a soft purr and you almost squeaked, nerves buzzing, well aware of his eyelights on you.

"Justdon'tgetmeintrouble." You stammered, suddenly considering the consequences of Sans sending an image and you mistaking it for a meme and opening it in class only for all the people behind you to be graced with an image of the blue rooster itself.

"i won't." He chuckled, going back to making the sandwich. You finally mustered the courage to look up at him and found his flushed cheekbones far too adorable to look away from.

So the two of you sat in comfortable silence as you watched him make your sandwich for you.

Yeah, that's right.

You were gonna try a sandwich.

Sans had taken you to the shops with him so you could see everything he bought for the meals and lunches, and give you a say in what you'd prefer- which veggies and meats, where they're from, organic or not. You always chose the free-range meats.

And you really did feel like this helped- seeing that the stuff he was getting was all fresh and healthy and light and watching him prepare it so you knew it came straight from the packet and nothing was slathered in grease or deep fried or going to make you sick and fat and diabetic... He really did help you. And now that he'd convinced you to have these smoothies in the morning, that filled you up but weren't actual food and wouldn't fatten you... you had so much more energy.

"... I said light turkey." You teased, changing the subject, looking up at him. He glanced back down and grinned, chuckling.

"in this house, young lady, we drown ourselves in turkey." He said, in the same breath easing up on the turkey anyway.

You found it adorable how you could both have these domestic moments, still, even after all of the drama and pain you had gone through together. You weren't stupid, and you knew things were still rocky and broken, but that didn't mean you couldn't be happy. Didn't mean you couldn't still care about him.

...Love him.

"...I love you," You reminded him, as you watched him finish up the sandwich, piled with lettuce and tomato with a bit of turkey, before he wrapped it up in parchment paper and put it into the lunch box he has bought you. You had started to say it a lot more, knowing he would enjoy hearing it, and you really meant it. Maybe you didn't love him as strongly as he loved you, no, but... you still felt it.

His face flushed a light blue and he stared at you for a moment, before he leaned across the table and gently nuzzled your cheek. It felt nice. Comforting.

"i love you too," He told you, his voice so sure... so loving and confident.

"...Did we get baby carrots?" You asked him, as he stuffed his own sandwich in his lunch box, his having much more turkey than yours had, and a lot less lettuce. You noticed he took a lot more care when it came to your foods and the packing of said foods. He would shove his into his lunch box, but with yours he always made sure to put it in perfectly.

It was sweet... and kind of weird.

"yeah. want some?" He offered, clearly happy that you were going to have more than one thing at lunch. You never actually finished everything, but... you found it easier to eat if there was a variety you could choose from. Nibble on this and that, so it looked like less was eaten than it would if you had eaten an entire sandwich. Tricking your mind was the best thing you could think of to eat more.

"Yes please," You confirmed, and then watched as he walked over to the fridge and grabbed the small bag you had both gotten yesterday at the store. You remembered feeling so weird at the store... unworthy of shopping with Sans, of all people.

You didn't see anybody you knew, but it still felt strange. Like you were going to get attacked for it.

"these were harvested yesterday, apparently," He told you, as he walked over with the bag and pulled out a small container from the cupboard of him.

"...Pfft?" You snickered softly, a bit confused as to why he brought that up. You knew that he knew that you liked knowing things about your food, but that seemed a bit extra.

He chuckled and shrugged his shoulders before showing you the bag, it indeed saying that they were harvested on yesterday's date.

"...Organic," You pointed out, shooting him a small smile.

"mhm," He confirmed, as he took the bag back, and then opened it and put five carrots into the small container he had gotten out.

"Is there ranch?" You asked, after he had put them into your lunch box, just as carefully as your sandwich.

"yup," He confirmed, before grabbing it and pouring a little bit of it into a sauce container and putting it next to the carrots. You also watched as he lazily put some chips into his box, and a granola bar into each of your boxes.

"Whatcha packing for a drink?"

"smoothie," He told you, as he grabbed the two smoothie off of the counter, and then two water bottles out of the fridge, "and water."

"Okay," You said, feeling content and happy with that, as you finished off your smoothie, just in time for him to put napkins into each of the lunch boxes and then close them up.

"there- done. ready to go?" He asked, as he just finished putting the ranch back into the fridge, and threw away his scraps.

"Yup," You confirmed, as you rinsed out your smoothie cup and then placed it into the sink to be washed better later. You were still dreading school as you always did, but you knew you just had to suck it up. It would be lunch time after three classes, and then you just had to suffer through three more. You could do that.

You just wished that time didn't go by so slowly.

When you turned back around, Sans already had his hand extended towards you, and had the two lunches in his other hand, with his backpack on his back. You quickly put yours on as well, and then took his hand. As soon as you did, he pulled your body against his into a hug, which you weren't going to complain about.

You closed your eyes as he teleported, and didn't let go even after he did.

Apparently, he didn't want to let go either, since he clung to you even after as well. He buried his face in your hair, and inhaled softly, making you shiver and hold onto him tighter.

"...I'm already tired," You admitted to him, as you looked around. There were so many people... so many eyes.

"i wish you were in my classes," He said softly, sounding almost sad about the fact that you weren't. Being in different years sucked.

"Me too, dude."

As he nuzzled into you again, you started to realize that everybody had their eyes on you. They were staring at you and Sans, and you could swear they were all laughing quietly. Their eyes were full of judgement... as if they were grading a test, and you were clearly failing.

You had to pull away.

You didn't give him another glance, and just started to walk to your locker. You knew he would follow you, so you didn't feel the need to tell him what you were doing. He would figure it out himself.

You slowly opened the locker and grabbed your lunch from him, before putting it in along with your backpack. You grabbed your math book, and then closed it, before finally looking back at him. You knew that it wasn't his fault, the staring... you just felt uncomfortable with it. You hated being the center of attention, and dating Sans put an unwanted spotlight on you.

"what you got first?" He asked, and you knew he was just making conversation. You knew he had your schedule memorized.

"Math."

"eugh."

You smiled a bit. "Yeah. Math sucks."

You sighed as the bell rang, signalling it was time to start the day and go to your first class. You looked back at Sans to say goodbye, but... apparently he was feeling ballsy, because he kissed you, right in front of everybody.

...You didn't pull away, though. You kissed him back, gently, just for a second. You pulled back right after, and gave a soft, apologetic smile.

"I gotta go to class."

"...alright. see you at lunch," He said softly, after a moment. He seemed reluctant to let you go... it made you feel special. Wanted.

...

He was a little late on the move-on to class, too busy admiring your assets as you walked away. Like, seriously, fuck, those hips... how did... how could someone even have hips like that? It didn't make sense. It was too sexy.

In the end, you disappeared from sight, and he sighed... oh well. Class had to happen sooner or later... He couldn't just watch your ass for all eternity.

...

Didn't sound like a bad option, though.

He just had to go to class... and make sure no one else got any ideas about hurting you again.

... Ugh. Maths. You stared at the front, completely lost. What the fuck was differentiation? What the fuck was a cumulative frequency graph!? WHAT THE FUCK WAS A QUARTILE!?! When would you ever need this in real life!?

And even worse, something was wrong with your classmates. It was probably some new bullying method but none of Jake's friends would even lookin your direction. Was humiliating you in front of the class not enough? For fuck's sake.

You just ignored it as best you could. A tiny part of you was wondering why Jake wasn't even here but you ignored that too- probably smoking pot somewhere.

To be fair you actually tried to work this time. You tried to follow along with the teacher, you tried to follow the lines on the curvy line to find another thing that was up here and there but nothing made sense...

... Eventually you gave up again, just doodling instead of drawing the graphs or counting the numbers. The only thing you were counting right now was the minutes until it was time to go to lunch.

... Your phone pinged under the table.

Sans.

Nowadays, texts from Sans were actually really nice to receive. A welcome distraction instead of just... creep factor.

You looked at your phone, knowing the teacher wouldn't even care.

...

Huh.

One attachment, and a message.

might wanna look at this one under the table :)

...

You swallowed... not really wanting to admit that you were excited. You did as he wrote, opening the attachment under the table.

...

Th-that was his dick.

From above, clearly taken in class. You could see he'd pulled down his pants to take a photo and a little bit of pelvis was showing, lit up by the glow from his cock.

...

Your face flushed so hard. You didn't even think about the blowjob- your mind was past that by now.

Stay calm stay calm. You couldn't freak out in class in front of all these people! You raised your hand, swallowing, still pink-cheeked, turning your phone screen off.

... It was the first time you'd raised your hand in class, you realised.

"... Yes y/n?" Even the teacher seemed surprised you'd raised your hand. You never even spoke up in class, let alone willingly drew attention to yourself.

"May I got to the bathroom?" You asked, trying to keep the squeak out of your voice.

"... Alright." He seemed a bit disappointed you weren't answering a question, but... whatever. What did he expect? "Come back quickly."

You gave him a soft smile and quickly moved your books over before making your way out of the classroom, and down the hall. Your hands were shaking, and your fingers twitched in anticipation. You felt so weird being out in the hallway... you needed to get somewhere secluded so nobody could magically see into your messages somehow.

You just felt so exposed.

Like you had stolen something precious, and everybody around you knew.

Wanted to attack you.

...You knew it was a ridiculous thought, but you couldn't help yourself.

You eventually reached the door to the girls restroom, and quickly went inside, feeling instant relief when you realized nobody else was in there with you. You looked in the mirror for a second, but quickly forced yourself to look away knowing now wasn't the time to judge yourself. You were never able to prevent it... but you knew mirrors could be bad for your mental health.

You made your way into a stall, and turned your phone screen on once again, and finally responded to Sans.

How did you even send that in class

It made no sense to you. How did nobody see the glow of his dick, or even the slight shimmer off of his pelvis with how white it was? It seemed impossible... you had no idea how he didn't get caught.

You didn't have to wait long for your answer, though.

magic.

...

"...Sure," You mumbled to yourself, unable to stop it from coming out at how ridiculous that answer was. But hey, he probably wasn't lying. His dick was technically made of magic, so maybe he could magically send pictures of it?

...Ridiculous, you knew that. But you didn't know how else it could have been happening.

...

...He... sent you a nude, so it would only be polite to send one back... right?

...You knew you didn't have to, but... he had already seen it all, hadn't he? He was your stalker after all, so you knew he had seen everything, and hell, he probably already had a few pictures of you naked...

Other girls did it, so why couldn't you?

He was your boyfriend after all, and it wasn't like you were just sending nudes to a random guy who sent you a meme.

...

You slowly pulled your shirt up, and then sent a picture in your bra, deciding that was the best way to start out nudes. It seemed safer, somehow.

...You thought it looked ugly as fuck, but before you could sike yourself out, you quickly hit send.

And then you instantly felt sick.

He didn't respond right away, so you instantly thought the worst, and assumed he thought you were ugly. You knew that was ridiculous, and youknew he found you beautiful... but you couldn't stop your mind from racing. Couldn't stop yourself from feeling ugly.

But just as you were starting to feel hopeless, and disgusting... he responded.

holy shit

You were disgusting. You knew.

you're amazing

...Amazing? Yeah right.

I'm not

y/n. y/n. yes. u are.

You felt your face heat up as you read the messages. You disagreed... you wanted to move on.

K thanks.

You just wanted to move away from the topic, and away from the compliments all together. You wanted to feel ugly, and you wanted him to respect that. Sometimes you just wanted to wallow in self pity.

...And then he sent another dick pic.

You almost moaned out loud when you saw it, and you just had to send another picture.

This time... you found the courage to actually take your bra off, and send an actual nude.

You felt... some type of courage, all of a sudden. You felt... pretty. Like you could properly send nudes. You weren't as ugly as you thought, maybe... maybe you were okay enough to send pictures of your body.

Thisissoembarrassing

He didn't respond in words, and instead just sent another picture... he was in the bathroom too, now, clearly, and you could see his fangs, and his entire rib cage...

It was hotter than you wanted to admit.

You felt hot and bothered... borderline uncomfortable.

Okay i can't

can't what?

I'm dying

can stop if you wanna

...Like hell.

...

...You took a deep breath, and then quickly snapped a picture of your vagina, before quickly redressing and taking another deep breath. You felt so dirty... and strangely warm,

I'm going to class now.

You couldn't handle anymore.

i love you.

...

I love you too.