Draft 1: FirstStar and Errotic
Sans and Outer were cuddling on the couch while Lust was trying to fuck Error.
"Want to fuck?" Lust asked Error, who said "No, fuck you"
"Trying to," Lust smirked as Error blushed
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Draft 2: Cream
"Dream!" Cross yelled, causing the other to come down the stairs
"Huh? What, Cross?" Dream was gonna say more but than saw the mess his husband made in the kitchen
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Draft 3: Errotic
"Fucking-- Error! Don't chuck out all my lube!"
"Stop me, bitch! Plus, I don't see you actually using any of it-- what's this? Grape flavored? Why do you collect this stuff?"
"But babe, there's so much joy in collecting things!"
"Like the souls of Sans when I finish destroying their universe?"
"...
Know what, I take it back. Chuck out my lube, otherwise I'll be using it on you tonight."
"*scoffs and blushes* Gladly!"
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Draft 4: Passionfruit
"You know, Blue, I love spring, but it feels like the dog days of September!"
"Lust, it's not that hot outside. We're in Snowdin."
"Did that just go five feet above your head."
"What did?"
"... why did I marry someone so innocent and literal?"
"Wait... 'innocent'?"
"Yes, innocent."
"... Lust."
"Yes?"
"Suck on my fingers."
"I am sooo not sucking."
"...*smiles widely, growing wider by the second*"
"... Wait a sec--"
"THAT'S WHAT SHE SAID!"
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Draft 5: Kustard
Red looked at the directions on the side of the box, raising a brow. "This shit makes zero sense."
Sans smiled, "It was your choice to cook for our anniversary."
Red frowned, "Custard is so fucking confusing."
Sans just laughed.
