Sans AU One-Shots

❀SwapDream Nightmare❀ || honeymoon.

Pairing: Virgin! SwapDreamtale Nightmare Sans x Virgin! Female Reader
Prompt: Now that you two are married, you try to introduce the idea of spicing up the relationship because you want to make Nightmare feel good. The only problem is: the thought alone makes your face beet red and leaves you speechless. So how exactly are you supposed to bring it up??
Type: smut
Length: 3.1k words
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Notes: Everyone's first time is mad awkward so you can bet that'll be the case here. If you get secondhand embarrassment real easily, first of all: same, and second: I'm sorry. | Requested by the lovely wwwcocoabits. 

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You were fairly certain it was normal on the night of your wedding to spend some very intimate time with your new husband – or perhaps that's just what you assumed. Newlywed couples didn't have to do such a thing but you'd spent your entire wedding just looking forward to getting alone time with Nightmare, so when you two finally went to bed thoroughly exhausted from the dancing, unairing socializing, and hosting – and after all the stress of planning such an event ended – you reassured yourself it would happen eventually. Honestly, looking back on it, neither of you were in the mood for it after celebrating wore you ragged, but a new thought creeping into your mind as the two of you were on the last day of your honeymoon was: maybe Nightmare didn't know what sex was.

Granted, he'd been around way longer than you so he was bound to pick up something about it, but not once did he try to steer a steamy kiss anywhere, breaking it off before it could deepen to anything more than that. You'd assumed up until this point that he was simply saving such an intimate act for marriage, and while you were more than willing to wait, the lack of any intimacy beyond a kiss suggested maybe he really was clueless. The only problem was: you'd never done it before and admittedly had no idea how to even bring up the topic without your face going bright red from embarrassment. Words failed you at the mere thought, so only when you two were about to return from your honeymoon and Nightmare would go back to saving the multiverse from Dream – who was kind enough to put his plans on hold for his 'dear little brother' – did you get the courage to try.

"Is everything alright?" Nightmare asked before you could even open your mouth, exiting out of a tab on his laptop before turning to face you with worried purple eyelights. He'd gotten remarkably good at smothering his own aura so you weren't forced to be negative every time he was around, and while you were so used to ignoring the negativity trying to influence your emotions, that didn't stop him from worrying that spending all this time around him for your honeymoon was hurting you. It warmed your heart to see him fret and pushed you to follow through with your plan just so you could make him feel as loved as he made you.

"Yeah, fine." Your smile wasn't very convincing, achieving only to make his sockets narrow in concern.

He stood to walk over to you, pausing before reaching to take your hands. "Is it me?" His foot was already sliding backwards before you lurched forward to snag his hands and hold them to your chest, shaking your head frantically.

"No, no, Night, it's not you." But as you tried to explain why you were filled to the brim with embarrassment, your throat clammed up and your brain stuttered. He studied you silently, ever increasing worry in his eyelights as he blatantly longed to leave your side just so his aura wouldn't bring you down. "Don't you dare." His sockets widened as you shot him a nervous glare, reaching up to carefully cup his face in your hands so he couldn't leave. "We've been over this, not every negative emotion I have is because of you."

"I am likely making it worse," he insisted, eyelights flickering toward the doorway out even as his feet stayed planted. Multiple times throughout the course of your relationship he'd ran away on the grounds of making you feel better, giving you distance to work through whatever was going on in your life before he returned so he wouldn't make it worse, and you'd make it abundantly clear that you wanted him around you when you were feeling particularly negative because he made you feel better. It took him a long time to accept that and longer still to resist the urge to leave, but you'd found his glaring weakness: affection. He couldn't leave if you held his hands or face, and you'd utilized it on multiple occasions to hold him in place while you reassured him it wasn't his fault.