Birdtale Sans x Reader

Readers POV


Your wings shown beautiful color in the moonlight. You sat next to Sans.


"Sans?" You asked. He look towards you and smiled softly. "Yes?"


"I feel cold" you mumbled. Sans wrapped his large raven wings around you. You slowly snuggled into his jacket.


"Don't worry. I'm here" He slowly pecked your forehead into a kiss.


He used his wings to cover you and him. "I love you y/n"


"I love you to s-sans" you said as you buried your head into his jacket.


"It's late we should go back inside," I said. Sans nodded as he carried me to the GROOMING HUT


(Ok I will do this um... also noting no inappropriate touches will be in this chapter. Grooming is basically how you softly clean someone's wings. Basically it creates more trust and bond. But if your uncomfortable reading this section. Please skip this section and read on the rest. Hope you understand!)


~ReaderReads100


You blushed red as a tomato. Sans chuckled. "Why are here" you asked.


"I want to groom with you, it creates more bond and trust. I know your sensitive with your wings... I promise I won't do what you think I would"


"If your not comfortable and ready. it's fine we can go back if you I want." Said Sans.


You thought for a moment. YOUR FILLED WITH DETERMINATION. You nodded quickly. You went into a tank top and comfortable long shorts.


You sat on Sans lap. He slowly cleaned your wings. You felt pleasure and felt safe.


That no one will hurt you. No one will be on genocide ever. He kept touching your wings.


You felt sensitive at first. But you blushed and it felt... relaxing.


It was your turn to do Sans next. I slowly groomed his wings. "I love you so much." I said as I buried my face to his wings.


Sans chuckled. "I love you to dove"


You kept grooming. It also felt relaxing to him. You knew he felt safe. Grooming was over.


You slowly pecked him on his teeth but pulled away fast. Sans wrapping his arm around your waist kissing the top of your head.


You giggled. " I olive you"


"I olive you to." Said sans.


Sans flied to his nest and you changed into a t-shirt and comfy shorts. (Don't think about it sinners!) he lay you gently on his bed. He slipped in bed with you.


You both cuddled wrapping you wings together and dozed off to sleep.

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