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Sans sat at the kitchen table, sucking down a bottle of ketchup. He glanced up briefly from his crossword puzzle book as his brother crossed the room in front of him, his eye lights returning to number thirteen across. The short skeleton continued to ponder an eight lettered word for an act generally expressing surprise or disbelief involving food or beverage when he noticed a faint scratching sound. The book and pencil was set down with a sigh as the stumped skeleton rubbed his nasal bone and looked over at Papyrus. The tall, ever-armor-clad brother was busy writing something down in every block of the calendar – smiling and blushing faintly as he referenced the piece of paper in his hand. Sans watched as his hips swayed slightly from shifting from foot to foot in barely contained excitement. A genuine smile crept across his face at the sight. He rested his chin in his hand as he looked back down at his puzzle, not letting Papyrus catch him ogling when he turned around. 'eight letters, two t’s…'
“what’s up, paps? got plans?” Sans asked, sipping on some more condiment.
Papyrus puffed out his chest, “YES, BROTHER. BIG PLANS! THIRTY-ONE PLANS TO BE EXACT, NYEHEH HEH HEH!”
The blue clad skeleton chuckled as he straightened in his seat to look up at the approaching sibling. “that’s great, paps. i knew a cool guy like you would. do i know anyone these plans are with?”
The faint orange dusting returned to Papyrus’ cheek bones as he replied. “ACTUALLY, ALL OF THESE PLANS ARE WITH… YOU.” The taller skeleton flustered a bit. “AND MAYBE SOME OTHERS WILL JOIN US, IF YOU WANT!”
Now it was Sans’ turn to start to blush. His brother always knew how to make him feel loved and wanted. He looked over at the calendar to note there was something written on each day now. oh,thirty-one. got it. The younger brother always did take dating and romance seriously. He could understand a month full of dates in February, but October? 'maybe it has to do something with the human’s halloween thing that alphys was talking about.' “s-sure, paps, the more the better, right? but i can always go for some alone with you, too.”
Papyrus released a breath that Sans hadn’t even noticed he was holding. “I’M SO GLAD TO HEAR THAT BROTHER.”
“so, what do you got there? your plans?” He took another, larger swig of his ketchup – expecting his brother to rant a while without his need to comment much.
“OH? YES! THESE ARE THE PLANS. IT’S A LIST OF MY KINKS I WANT TO TRY!” Papyrus’ beaming smile curled down as a spray of ketchup erupted from Sans’ mouth to cover the table. “BROTHER, THAT IS KIND OF GROSS.”
Sans scrambled to grab the paper from Papyrus’ hand as the younger skeleton cleaned off the table. Surely he was joking! His sweet, innocent, vanilla, only-just-lost-his-virginity brother couldn’t possibly serious! He didn’t even know what kinks are, right? Problem something tame like “with the lights on” or “in the living room” even if he did… Right?
No.
His eye sockets darkened until the lights completely vanished as he read over the list; the innocent image of his brother quickly fading away as he read over each word. His face grew blue as the reality sunk in. “p-p-paps… i… i can’t do all of these things to you!”
The hearty smile returned to Papyrus’ face. “THAT’S OKAY, I PLAN ON DOING SOME OF THEM TO YOU AS WELL, BROTHER! IT WOULD BE QUITE A WEIRD COINCIDENCE IF ONE OF US DID ALL OF THEM.” His smile shrank slightly as he fidgeted with his gloves, completely oblivious to his brother’s entire worldview breaking down. “YOU SEE, WHILE I KNOW I WANT TO TRY THEM, I DON’T KNOW WHICH SIDE I WANT TO TRY THEM ON. DOES THAT MAKE SENSE?” He took Sans’ dead silence and shocked face as a ‘yes.’ “SO I FIGURED, WE COULD ROLL A PAIR OF DICE TO SEE WHO IS ON THE RECEIVING END AND WHO IS ON THE GIVING END. WE CAN ALWAYS TRY IT AGAIN WITH THE ROLES REVERSED LATER IF WE WANT, RIGHT?” Again, silence + shock = yes. “EXCELLENT! I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, WILL NOT DISAPPOINT! OH, BUT I DO CLAIM TODAY AS MINE TO GIVE SINCE IT IS MY IDEA.” He hugged his shocked brother tightly before running out of the room, calling back “MEET ME IN MY BEDROOM IN TEN MINUTES!”
The short skeleton continued to sit in the chair, mouth agape and sockets dark. The paper slowly slipped from his fingers to flutter down onto the table. It read:
KINKTOBER
1. Spanking
2. Dirty talk
3. Public
4. Bukakke
5. Humiliation
6. Size Difference
7. Creampie
8. Latex/Leather
9. Asphyxiation
10. Edgeplay
11. Sadism/Masochism
12. Master/Slave
13. Medical play
14. Sensory Deprivation
15. Sounding
16. Waxplay
17. Blood/Gore
18. Daddy
19. Prostitution
20. Pet Play
21. Double (Or more) Penetration
22. Glory hole
23. Shibari
24. Exhibitionism/Voyeurism
25. Boot worship
26. Shotgunning
27. Branding
28. Xenophilia
29. Watersports/Omorashi
30. Toys
31. Any combo of the above