Her Guardian || Demon! Dream Sans x Reader

🦴BONUS🦴 - THURSDAY (ERROR)

The house was silent as death itself, everyone either asleep or quietly keeping to themselves—which meant Error could finally hear himself think. Why he had to be summoned by the witch (Y/n) was beyond him, but he had a feeling it was some sort of joke from fate itself, just like fate thought it would be funny to see him suffer by giving him Thursday again. Having to deal with Ink was suffering enough, but the ever-mounting, increasingly harder to ignore heat on top of dealing with all the Star Sanses was enough to set his veins on fire. So to de-stress, he crocheted up a red sweater that matched his own, but since he didn't need it, he'd given it to (Y/n). Red and black went well together, and she actually looked rather cute wearing it—not that he'd ever admit that.

But since the house was quiet for once, he was in the kitchen pouring over his battle plans. He didn't need sleep, so he planned to take full advantage of the time to strategize as best he could. Regardless of why he was stuck with this (Y/n) and the annoying Stars, they needed his expertise—and a break from the demon world felt like a vacation, even if he was stuck in sorry company.

Error's focus was so absolute that he didn't even notice (Y/n) softly padding across the kitchen floor towards him. When he saw movement out of the corner of his socket, his head snapped up. (Y/n) was wearing the sweater he'd made her, black lacy panties, and red fuzzy socks that reached halfway up her thighs, and she was rubbing at her eyes as she waved to him. The sweater was just long enough to cover the top of her underwear, but the lacy fabric did little to hide her ass, and the socks were just tight enough around her thighs to make the skin pop out slightly.

"Hey Error, what are you still doing up?" she asked, making his eyelights snap to her eyes. It was a struggle to keep his gaze up, but he just about managed.

"I'm making sure you stand a chance against Waylon, obviously," he grumbled, rolling his eyelights before forcing his eyelights to return to his plans. But he couldn't stop picturing the girl standing next to him, and the heat craze on top of her outfit choice made his boney fingers dig into the kitchen table.

"I suppose you're alone for once so that must be nice," (Y/n) said, her tone polite as she smiled sweetly at him. She stepped up beside him so her thighs pressed against the table, accidentally brushing her leg against his. He jolted, error code flashing in his sockets, but kept his hips firmly against the table. He was all too aware of the lack of space between them, and despite his fear of touch, his mind was clouded with desire. She was a human—weak compared to a demon—so she couldn't hurt him anyways. Or maybe he was just too horny to care.

"I'm not alone," Error replied curtly.

(Y/n)'s eyes widened a fraction then she smiled awkwardly. "Right. Sorry, I guess the heat kinda makes me more distracting than helpful, huh?" He said nothing, pointedly ignoring her—which took more effort than he'd ever admit. He'd grown rather fond of her presence, chalking it up to her being the least annoying of the bunch, but his attachment was more of a thorn in his side than a saving grace right now. She leaned closer, eyebrows furrowed with concern. "Did you want me to leave?"

"What are you doing up? Humans need sleep." He briskly moved his battle plans around on the table in an effort to keep his attention off of her and her body, but apparently his movements were too quick because a page slid too far and fell off (Y/n)'s side of the table. He let out an annoyed huff, the flame of anger lighting in his eyesockets like it was just waiting for the smallest spark to catch ablaze.

He turned towards the fallen paper but (Y/n) beat him to it. "I got it," she said, bending over to grab the page off the ground. His eyelights immediately flickered down to her ass, and though he knew it had to be unintentional, with her being so close to him, her butt pressed right against his crotch. Fuck. He hardened instantly, and his hands almost reached towards her hips to pull her firmly against him. But he just managed to hold himself back and quickly turned back towards the table, firmly planting his hips against it to hide his erection.