#fellby x reader

[anneimaginesundertale]

If these are still open, can I get a trick or treat with Fellby?

"Trick or treat!" you call.

Fellby opens the door with a smirk. "Happy Halloween," he says. "Do you want your trick or your treat first?"

"Trick?" You're not entirely certain.

"The trick," Fellby says, "is that I don't have any candy for you."

You feign disappointment. "Aw, man! That's all I came here for. Don't you have any kind of sweet treat for me?"

Fellby's smirk widens. "Come here and let me show you." He holds out a hand to you. When you take it, he pulls you close and bends you over for a truly spectacular kiss.

"What did you think?" he asks when he finally lets you up.

You struggle to catch your breath for a moment. Then you beam and say, "Got any more of those?"

"One per customer." He winks at you and closes the door.

[undertale-fluffcanons]

Can I get with a fellby with a tired S/O? Thank you!!

*when you got home from school/work/etc. you were just very tired and didn’t want to do anything else

*Fellby had looked over as you came into the house and could just tell how tired you were

*”alright, it’s bedtime for you.” He then proceeded to pick you up, and carry you to your room

*you would try to fight it, but you eventually just rest against him

*he would lie you down and lie beside you, and would talk with you

*and the two of you would talk until you fall asleep

[braindeadskeletons]

Y/N, after telling Fellby about someone who was mean to them: just promise you wont do anything drastic, like hurt them.

Fellby, already planning dozens of ways to commit arson without getting caught: yeah i promise, babe.

[thelambprince]

Inter-estingly Enough (UF!Grillby x Reader)

Trigger Warnings listed in tags. Read at your own peril.

“ —and they believed it. Pays to be a goody-two-shoes, you know?“

You finish telling the story once again, but this time, it was in a closed bar. It was a classic from when you were in high school; you’ll always remember being able to punch that queerphobic bitch in her caked face and getting away with it. Not that you were entirely truthful about the incident to the school principal, but you were able to lie pretty smoothly on the spot. Grillby found it amusing, in his own internal laughter way. You could tell by the raise in flames and his clearly entertained smirk. “... And here I thought you didn’t do violence and mischief?” He asks you, his remark laced with a teasing tone. You shrug with a lopsided smile. “Nothing that anyone really knows about. After all, it could have been ANYTHING that hit her powdered cheek until it bruised! Don’t you think it’s a little unfair to blame the student whose always on their best behavior?” You give Grillby your most innocent look, but he’s clearly not buying it.

He cackles a bit to himself, starts laughing a bit louder, and then calms himself. “Didn’t think you the type to just fight people at random.” Grillby snickers. Well, “She deserved it.” You flat-out told him. Grillby gives you a more interested look. “What makes you say that?” Grillby questions you, clearly more invested in your high school life than you were at the time. “Ugh, I just got sick of hearing her talk. She’d get pissed off about one thing or another and she’d always bring the conversation around to gender, and how you were either female or male. I told her you could be born intersex. She didn’t believe me. The teacher couldn’t confirm, since gender wasn’t listed to teachers, and I didn’t care enough to bring my parents into this. She got frustrated with me. Gave me a hard time in class, gossiped about me to the point where everyone knew she was lying because she hated me, and she even managed to snag me some new friends because of it! There were a lot of kids who hated her guts, but we couldn’t do anything without the teachers somehow getting involved, so we never resolved anything. I’ll tell you what, her queerphobia and general bitchiness really got me out of a few jams.” You casually lay out your high school life story.

Grillby is completely still (minus his flames) for a few moments. Then a minute. His face had fallen flat, and he’s staring at you. “...Intersex...?” He asks. You nod, a bit nervously. Why was he being so awkward about it?! Did he also hate LGBTQ+??? You try to think back for any sign you missed that he wasn’t cool with that sort of thing, but then he grabs your shoulder from over the bar. “Hey, stop with the silent panic.” Grillby deadpanned. You refocus. Were you being obvious? “Oh, don’t look so surprised. It was written all over your face. You’re rather open with your feelings, which surprises on how you’ve made it as far as you have.” Grillby straightens his bowtie. He walks around the bar and grabs a seat next to you. He sits straight; confidently and ever sure of himself.

“Listen, you don’t have to explain yourself to me, alright? You don’t have to explain yourself to anyone, alright? Not to that high school bitch, not that Sans, not to the former Canine Unit, and not to me. You keep being you, okay?” Grillby tells you. You look in eyes, unsure of whether you could tell him how you sometimes feel cursed to have this body. His eyes harden into a more anger glare. “Answer me. You’re going to love yourself fully, alright?” He commands. “Alright.” You answer, still a little unsure. Grillby senses it and growls. He looks around the bar a bit, and sees how closed the blinds to the bar is. He then grabs and pulls you onto his lap, wrapping his arms tightly around you. You breathe just a bit. You were nervous as hell just from being this close in proximity to him. Grillby’s flames curl harmlessly against you, caressing your flesh warmly as he held you.

“You’re going to learn to love yourself, even if I have to stay here all week, human. Don’t test my resilience.” Grillby warns you, taking his arms out of the sleeves of his coat to wrap the coat arms around you and him. He ties it into a bow. Well, you were going to make the most of this situation, even if you were insanely nervous. If he was willing to be this forward in private, then it’s got to be some sort of sign, right? You press your body back against his. He’s stiffed up, but then he’s gone and leaned back to be more of a lounging chair. Well, if he’s offering you all week to embrace him, how could you refuse him?

END.

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Bonus:

“Wait, what’s intersex? Is that how you call yourself a freak in bed? I think I might be intersex, too, then.”

*Pulls up Powerpoint presentation* “Ok, so if you’ll kindly turn your attention to these charts—”

[vex-bittys]

Undertale Interactive Dating: Round 2 (Bonus: Fellby Date)

Since Underfell Grillby didn’t even make an appearance in Round 2, he got his own separate fic and date with the reader. I hope the wait was worth it, and Round 3 of Undertale Interactive Dating will be starting soon.

You met a handsome fire elemental at a bar, and he’s wooed you into going on a date with him. What could possibly go wrong?

Contains: mild language, major character death

You follow Red down the slushy Snowdin street to a bar and restaurant with a warm glow shining out of the large front windows. The word “Grillby’s” is printed across the windows, larger than life in gold leaf which shows beautifully against the polished dark wood of the building. It actually looks pretty expensive. You try to tell Red that you can’t afford a fancy dinner, but he waves you off.

“it’s on me, sweetcheeks,” he reassures you.

Red holds the door open for you, and you step through into more opulence and high-end decor. The lighting inside the bar is tastefully low with high-backed booths to ensure privacy and open tables for large groups. You even see dogs playing poker. Not the painting “Dogs Playing Poker” but actual dog playing actual poker!

The dogs speak in low angry vices full of growls, and one of them even has a knife out. You press closer into Red. He pats your arm and chuckles.

“don’t worry about them. Grillby doesn’t let anyone get too unruly in here. bad for business, y’know.” His words would be more comforting if you knew how much unruliness constitutes being “too unruly.” Still, when Red leads you to a booth with plush leather benches, you seat yourself, and he slides in across from you.

A purple fire elemental saunters over to your table like he owns the place, which it turns out he does. He’s dressed sharply but flamboyantly in a fur-collared suit bedecked in gold- chains, buttons, the rings on his fingers. Everything about the fire elemental is smooth and decadent like gourmet chocolate. Even the flames atop his head dance in a controlled and stylistic chaos.

“Nice try, Red,” the fire elemental purrs in a silky voice, “but you can’t pay your tab with a human, no matter how lovely they are.”

You beat Red to the punch with a snappy retort, not liking the implications of the flame monster’s words. “You couldn’t afford me.” You cross your arms defiantly over your chest.

“the human got ya there, Grillbz,” Red laughs, slapping the table in glee at your open sass.

Grillby peers at you over the top of his sunglasses, the sunglasses that he is wearing inside the restaurant. You can see the arrangement of flames that compose his facial expression form into an arched eyebrow. When he chuckles, the sound is rich and deep.

“A treasure beyond even my wealth? I’d believe it,” He says, taking your hand and lifting it to his mouth for a warm, gentle kiss. “I’ll be making today’s special for you myself, treasure. Compliments of the chef, of course, and trust me, there will be plenty more compliments to follow if you continue to grace my establishment with your presence.”

“i never get anything compliments of the chef,” Red complains.

“There’s not much about you to compliment now is there, Red?” Grillby teases. Red blows a rude raspberry at the fiery bartender.

“one a these days i’m gonna leave ya for a bartender who treats me right.”

“Just like one of these days you’re going to pay your tab, right Red?”

“ya know me too well, Grillbz.”

Grillby smirks in a decidedly sultry manner before heading back behind the long bar counter and into the kitchen. You make small talk with Red while you wait for your food. He tells you stories of his brother as a babybones and dishes dirt on the denizens of the Underground. Your food arrives during a lull in one of Red’s long, convoluted anecdotes.

Grillby sets two covered trays on the table, one in front of you and one in front of Red. Red flips the cover off of his meal immediately and begins to empty a squeeze bottle of mustard wantonly over the contents of his plate. You see noodles, sauce, and ground beef. Is that…?

“Is that Hamburger Helper?” you ask incredulously. You are under the impression that this is a fine dining restaurant.

“That’s what he eats every time he comes here,” says Grillby with a delicate sigh. “Of course I made something infinitely more elevated for you, treasure.”

“hey, I like Hamburger Helper!” squawks Red, spraying his questionable mouthful of food across the table. You and Grillby recoil in disgust. “‘s already pretty mushy, so it’s less work to chew!” He shoves another forkful into his mouth. The sight of Red eating is like a train wreck that you can’t stop watching until your stomach reminds you that you’re desperately hungry.

Grillby removes the metal dome from your plate with a flourish, revealing a beautifully plated five-star gourmet dinner with ingredients you don’t even recognize. It smells heavenly, though, and you dig in, eating slowly and chewing each bite unlike Red who is on the verge of tossing aside his utensils to eat with his bare hands. You hope he’s just trying to be funny. You think that maybe he’s serious.

Grillby waits politely while you sample a bite or two of each item on your plate. You’ve never tasted anything so delicious in your life. You don’t even want to stop eating long enough to tell Grillby how amazing it is, but you refuse to be rude and keep him waiting.

“It’s perfect,” you tell him.

“I must admit, I found a bit of perfection to inspire me,” he murmurs to you. Your cheeks light up as if they’re made of fire as well. Is this suave fire elemental flirting with you? His confident smirk indicates a resounding yes. You lift your napkin to your face in a futile attempt to hide your flustered blush, but Grillby is going in for the kill.

“Is there any way I could convince you to do me the honor of adorning my arm at a concert this evening at the MTT resort?”

“I’m not dressed for-” you begin to protest.

“Treasure, clothing can be changed. I’m not requesting a date with your outfit. I’m requesting a date with you. If anyone takes issue, that is their problem, not ours.” His smirk widens into an earnest smile. He’s tall, handsome, and unbelievably well-spoken, but that doesn’t mean it’s safe to just run off with him to parts unknown. You turn to Red for advice.

Red’s bright crimson eyelights are crossed, staring at a stray noodle that has somehow found its way onto the top of his nasal ridge. He’s trying to dislodge it with a tongue made of ecto-magic. He’s so preoccupied that it takes him a moment to realize that you require his attention.

“yea, yea, go with Grillby, sweetcheeks. i’ve survived with nobody for this long…” Red snorts at his own joke and the noodle gets sucked into his nasal cavity. He coughs in surprise.

Grillby slaps Red’s back, and Red burps the noodle out of his mouth and onto the table. “Don’t eat that,” scolds Grillby.

“spoil sport,” grumbles Red.

The purple fire monster extends a hand to help you stand up. You hold onto his elbow as he leads you to the center of his bar and restaurant. “Bar’s closed. Everyone out,” he announces. The monsters within shuffle to the door without much fuss. Red is the last one out, and he gives you one of his saucy winks as he passes you.

“don’t keep ‘em out too late Grillbz,” he warns playfully.

“I wouldn’t dream of keeping them out for any longer than they wish to be.” Grillby gives you another of his heart-stopping smiles. “Shall we?” he asks you, gesturing down the main thoroughfare. “We could go by boat, or we could walk.”

You consider the options. Walking alongside a fire elemental through a snowy forest sounds lovely, though he explains that your destination is in Hotland and the path to get there will take you through scenic Waterfall instead of Snowdin forest. Scenic sounds nice, so you agree to walk.

You stroll up and down the various trails in Waterfall alongside Grillby. The fire elemental points out natural features and ancient symbols of monsterkind, anything that he feels might interest you. You notice that other monsters you encounter nod to Grillby or simply ignore him and continue along on their business. It’s clear that Grillby is affluent and respected, but he isn’t treated with hostility or fear.

When you crane your neck to stare at a particularly interesting monster, he gently rests his hand over yours where you’re still clinging to his jacket. He offers to take you down a less frequented path if you’re frightened by the abundant monsters, but you tell him that you feel safe with him.

“As you should, treasure.” His purple flames take on a slightly blue hue around the edges. Is the confident, smooth-talking bartender blushing?

When you arrive at the resort a short walk later, the bird monster at the door greets Grillby as if he’s a familiar face. “Your usual table, sir?” she asks him, barely sparing you a glance.

“Which table suits you best, treasure? Take your pick.” Grillby gestures to the array of tables in front of the stage. You select one near the center, perfect for a good view, but not too close to the stage. You don’t want to sit under a spotlight.

You point out the table to the hostess, and she leads you and Grillby to your seats. After a few moments a vendor walks by with programs. You’re interested, but when the cat monster tells you how much they cost, you remember that you don’t have any money with you. Grillby reaches into his pocket, pulling out some gold coins to purchase it for you.

“Oh no, that’s ok. It’s really expensive for a program,” you protest.

“Hey, little dingus,” growls the cat monster. “That’s pretty rude. Maybe you’d like the program better if I shoved it-” A wisp of purple fire drifts dangerously close to the cat monster’s nose, and he backs off quickly.

“Not so fast, Burgerpants.” Grillby’s voice is low and firm. “I’ll take two programs, and an apology for my date.” The fire elemental taps his finger impatiently on the table. The cat monster, who couldn’t possibly be named Burgerpants, drops two booklets on the table and mumbles an insincere apology before scurrying away.

The show starts, and it’s a very skilled string quartet occasionally accompanied by a piano virtuoso who makes the ivories sing. The music is so captivating that you wonder if the musicians are using magic to enhance it.Your don’t miss the satisfied smile on Grillby’s face as he watches wonder and delight fight to dominate your expression.

Your eyes are lit up like a million dazzling fireworks, and he can’t look away, so he rests his chin on his folded hands, elbows rudely propped up on the tabletop, and gazes at you until the concert is finished. When the lights come up again, he escorts you to the resort lobby, stopping in front of a large fountain with rainbows dancing in the spray.

“They say if you toss in a coin and make a wish, your wildest dreams can come true, but even my wildest dreams would pale in comparison to this evening I’ve spent with you,” Grillby whispers into your ear. You can’t believe how charming he is.

Grillby cups your cheek in one warm hand. The movement of his flames tickles your skin, but the temperature is perfect, comforting and comfortable. Grillby tilts your chin and lowers his mouth to yours.

Kissing Grillby is exactly how kissing fire should feel- hot, passionate, and wild. His flames and tongue lick against your lips, and you part them in response. Everything about the kiss consumes you, radiating heat from your head to your toes. The scorching heat doesn’t burn, but it ignites a slow pleasurable thrill inside you.

You gasp slightly as he pulls away. You want more, but when you step forward, he raises a hand to stop you. “Another time, treasure. You’re enamored by the magic of tonight, and I don’t want you to do something you’d regret. You’re worth waiting for, and I am a patient monster.”

Grillby takes your hand, entwining his fingers with yours. He chooses a different route back to Snowdin, walking through caves whose ceilings sparkle with mica chips like a million diamond stars reflecting the light of the fire elemental’s flames. Another cave holds glowing blue crystal formations that pulse in time with your heartbeat, slightly increased by Grillby’s proximity and your recent memories of a very sensual kiss.

You emerge from the cavern system onto a riverbank. You remember seeing the river when you left Snowdin earlier. You’re almost to Snowdin Town, but you don’t think you’re ready for the night to end just yet. The ambient light is low, and the forests around Snowdin appear magical in the false twilight. You suggest a jaunt through the blue-shadowed snow drifts and powder-laden trees, and Grillby laughs softly at your poetic descriptions as he leads you into the woods.

Hiking through the forest is slow work. Grillby lets go of your hand so that he can focus on melting the deeper snow ahead of you to prevent you from getting bogged down. Unfortunately, he’s so busy concentrating on helping you navigate your magical woodland adventure that he soon becomes lost.

“Damn,” the fire elemental hisses as a small deluge of snow knocked loose from a branch sizzles in his flames, “I must have gotten turned around. It’s going to take us longer to get to town than I thought. Are you warm enough?” The cold isn’t an issue for Grillby, but you’ve been trying to control your shivering for the last several minutes, hoping he wouldn’t notice.

“No,” you admit. Grillby removes his fur-collared jacket and wraps it around your shoulders. It’s much heavier than the jacket you’re currently wearing, and it’s still pleasantly warm from Grillby’s body heat. You snuggle down into the silk lining, feeling rejuvenated and ready to wade through more snow.

“There, much better.” Grillby surveys the surroundings and adjusts your direction. “At least it’s not-” Icy, white snowflakes blow into your face on a gust of wind “-a blizzard.” Grillby pinches the bridge of where a nose would be between his fingers. “Fuck.”

Grillby sets off with renewed urgency, but with two heavy coats on, you’re not fast enough to keep up. Grillby grabs your hand, blasting fire at the snow drifts ahead of you as he lifts you into his arms to carry you, but even he can’t outrun the storm. The blizzard sets in with ruthless ferocity and speed.

Grillby grimaces in pain, driving snow evaporating instantly wherever it touches him. You’re worried. The weather is actually harming him. “Go on ahead. I can wait here,” you urge him.

“You’ll freeze,” Grillby states flatly, and you know he’s right. The temperature has already dropped to dangerous levels, and even insulated by two jackets, you continue to tremble from the cold.

Grillby clears a space on the ground and pulls you onto his lap. He wraps his arms tightly around you and warms you with his magic. His flames pale as his magic forms a protective barrier between you and the cold. The heavy snowfall is taking a toll on him.

“What about you?” you ask in a worried whisper.

“I said I would protect you. I have been many things in my life, but a liar was never one of them, and I don’t intend to start now. Not with you, treasure.” He points to two distant hills, barely visible through the blizzard conditions. “If you head in that direction, you’ll reach Snowdin.”

You start to argue, but he shushes you. His flames are weakening, fizzling and spitting in defiance of the storm. How much longer can he keep this up? You try again.

“Grillby-”

“Shh, just let me hold you like this a little bit longer.” Grillby rests his chin on the top of your head. The sphere of warmth around you is shrinking down until it only remains in the places where Grillby is pressed against you. “I wish I’d had the opportunity to get to know you better, treasure.”

He plants a kiss on your forehead.

Everything disappears in a flash of blinding white light.

When your vision clears, an endless whiteness spreads out before you as far as the eye can see… broken by tall trees and rocky outcroppings.

You aren’t in the anti-Void...

… but you are completely alone.

[ Undertale Papby BONUS ][ Swapfell Papyrus BONUS ]

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[tyranttortoise]

*I got called into work, so lemme post this up while I have the chance.

I participated in the lovely @thesinnerslounge‘s Secret Santa this year, and I got @vampirezelda!   I know you’re a sucker for a man that can cook--as well as a certain purple flamesman.  ;)

So here’s some Underfell Grillby x Reader SFW Gyftmas fluff~ <3  I hope you like it, and happy holidays my dear!  =D

You end up spending the holidays in your favorite place:  Grillby’s.

The neon sign, reflecting the tavern’s proprietor in bright purple script, has become a welcome home sign for you over the last couple of months.  You had quickly become a regular, which surprised you.  After all, you weren’t the most outgoing person, so being a human among all the rowdy monsters that frequented Grillby’s to drink every night seemed liked a recipe for disaster.  

It almost had been, at first.  They had been intrigued over the fact that a human would come in alone, and they’d either hit on you or attempted to scare you.  The bar’s owner had been the one to intervene.  

And, unsurprisingly... he was the reason you kept coming back.

As you enter the bar, the hot air of the interior hits you like a brick wall.  The difference is so abrupt that it stings you cheeks, and you wince; you’ll never quite get used to it during the winter.  The source of the heat is two large fireplaces roaring with fire magic on either side of the main space.

And, of course, the fire elemental standing behind the bar, chatting with a couple of other regulars.  

You clutch your gift box to your chest and begin making your way toward him.  Usually, the space is filled with tables, but they’ve been cleared away tonight, leaving only the booths and the bar for sitting.  The rest of the area has been made into a makeshift dance floor; for once, the juke box is actually working, and it’s playing classic holiday hits.  Most of the monsters are already drunk enough to be dancing; you spot a familiar skeleton that seems to be pretty wasted, gyrating with a couple of humans.  

When you reach the bar, Grillby turns away from the horse monster he was speaking with and looks over his wire-rim glasses at you.  A white-hot, sharp grin cracks across his indigo flames, and you can’t help but feel your pulse quicken from just a glance.  

“.....thought you’d have plans tonight,” the bartender muses, his voice a deep baritone distorted by crackling flame.  Despite this, it still has a smooth quality to it that curls within you like smoke.  

“Why?  Because it’s Gyftmas?” you inquire, taking your usual seat at the bar.  You’ve noticed that since you started coming on a regular basis, your stool is always vacant whenever you arrive.  

He tilts his head to the side, holding your gaze.  “Figured you would have a date for it.”

Somehow, the fact that he brought up that you’d have a date--yet didn’t ask you on a date prior--stings.  Your merriment deflates slightly, and you stumble over your reply, “Well... I.... no.  I don’t.”

You can’t hold his gaze; your eyes drop to a point just below his chin.

It doesn’t go unnoticed.

“......shame,” he mutters, but you don’t catch his expression.  Instead, you decide you could use something to eat.  

“Can I get my usual?” you prompt, desperate to change the subject.  Grillby watches you for a moment more, before nodding and pushing away from the bar.

“.....coming right up,” he throws over his shoulder and then retreats into the kitchen in the back.  You blow out a sigh and take a deep breath.  This isn’t a big deal.  You were planning on confessing your feelings to him--or at the very least, asking him out for a drink somewhere that <i>wasn’t</i> at his bar.  You’re too determined to back down just because of a hiccup.  You clutch the giftbag in your lap tighter, the holiday bag crinkling around your fingertips.

The door to the establishment suddenly slams open with enough force to bounce off the adjacent wall.  The thunderous sound punctuates the loud music and causes you to start in your seat and whirl around just in time to see a skeleton strut inside with purpose.  You recognize him as the dancing skeleton's brother, Papyrus, though you only know of him by reputation.

He opens his mouth to shout something, but it can't be heard over the cheers that erupt from every monster in the bar.  

The dancefloor becomes a sea of monsters, all clamoring to clap Papyrus on the back with sharp-toothed grins and drunken slurred cheers.  His scowl softens and his shoulders straighten with what seems to be pride, but although his mouth is moving, he's still staring at his brother.  Sans seems to be utterly wasted; he wobbles on unsteady feet toward Papyrus with each arm around a human.  You can't make out the conversation, but Papyrus manages to extract himself from the crowd, pulling his brother by the arm.  

"....so the hero of Gyftmas made an appearance."  

Grillby's breath stirs the hair by your ear, and you turn to find your face dangerously close to his.  You don't pull back as you inquire, "There's a hero of Gyftmas?"

"To us, yes," Grillby claims, holding your gaze with that same smirk as before.  "He's the one that finally took down Gyftrot and stopped the Snowdin murders."

That's the first you've ever heard of it.  "Wait, is that what Gyftmas is about?  I thought it was just a monster Christmas."

".... it used to be a night of fear and trepidation, but now... now, it's a night we celebrate.  Especially now, on the Surface... it's a night to live."

You can still feel his warm breath, hot and arid against your face.  You'd certainly like to lean in the last couple of inches and really live (in the moment, at least), but you can't bring yourself to do so.  While your resolve wavers, Grillby finally pulls back and pushes a plate of piping hot food closer to you.  

"A night to live, huh?" you muse, now that there's enough space between the two of you to finally think straight.  "What about all the holiday decorations?"  You gesture to the bright lights strung throughout the bar, the garland on the stairs, the decorated trees in the corners--to say nothing of the upbeat holiday music.  

"......aesthetic," he replies with amusement widening his grin.  

"Mmhmmm," you dubiously retort, finally turning your attention to your food.  Instead of your usual bar food order, you're surprised to find a holiday feast in front of you.  There's sliced ham, sweet potatoes, and other seasonal treats on a plate.  You glance down the bartop and discover that no one else seems to have a plate like this.  When you turn your bewildered gaze back to Grillby, you find him watching you carefully.

"This is for me?" you blurt, confused by the fact that this isn't what you ordered.

"Cooked just for you," Grillby confirms, with a wink.  "....thought you might want something other than bar food for once."

It took him no time whatsoever to get the food from the kitchen, which makes you think he already had it prepared ahead of time.  Was it really cooked just for you?  Didn't he expect you to be on a date tonight instead of here?  

"Really?"  His smile doesn't waver, and he motions to the food, a fiery brow wisping upward to indicate that you should try it.  You do, and your cheeks flush under his scrutiny while you chew--though, you're able to push that aside because the food is amazing.  Every bite is cooked just right and bursting with flavor, and you can feel a tingle of magic that only enhances the experience.  Your expression lights up, and Grillby props his arms on the edge of the bar, leaning forward expectantly.  

From his look, you know that he knows it's amazing.

So, you shrug.  "Not bad," you claim once you swallow the bite and go for another.  The flamesman crackles in disbelief.

"....not bad?"

You hum thoughtfully while you chew and meet his gaze.  The man can cook, and you're weak for it; he even makes bar food taste heavenly, so getting an actual home-cooked meal from him is a dream come true.  You know your expression isn't as neutral as you'd like since you can't keep the grin off your face, but you do manage to keep it in check so you don't look deranged in front of your crush.  

"It might even be good," you concede, to which he chuckles, shaking his head.  

"Your praises make it worth slaving over a hot stove, my dear..." he murmurs in that low, sultry baritone, and your stomach feels as if it does a flip.  He did make it just for you, didn't he?

"Yo, Grillbz!  You gonna make some fer all o' us?" a bird monster chirps toward the bartender, drawing his attention.  Grillby fixes him with a deadpan stare that has the regular chortling.  "At least fill up a guy's glass, will ya?  I'm dyin' o' thirst!"

"....fine, fine," Grillby mutters as he excuses himself to do his bartending duties while you focus on eating.  Without him around, you suddenly realize just how loud the music has gotten.  Almost all of the patrons are up dancing; after all, it's rare that the juke box actually works, so they have to take advantage of the opportunity.

"Ya'know, I know somethin' that would quench my thirst."

A bear monster is suddenly sitting beside you, all sharp fangs and snazzy threads.  He pointedly looks you over, a glaze in his eye indicative of his inebriated state.  "How'd you like to dance with a former mayor?"

He leans in, smelling of booze, and extends his furry hand to you.  You've seen him a few times, but never spoke directly to him.  

"No, thanks," you politely refuse, gesturing to your food as an out.  "I'm eating right now."

"Not a problem," the bear states nonplussed.  He withdraws his hand and props an elbow against the bartop.  "I can wait until you're finished."

"There's no need," you insist, though his expression doesn't change; he's not getting the hint.  So, you lie, "I'm here with someone."

"You are?"  His furry brow arches.  "I saw you come in alone.  Who're you with?"

Dammit, leave it to a drunken bear monster to call you out.  Before you can think of a feasible excuse, you feel an incredibly warm hand settle on your shoulder.  From your peripherals, you can see indigo flames, burning bright from above the bartender's fur-lined coat.  

It feels much hotter than before.

"....me," Grillby rasps.  "So, take a hint and move on."

The bear raises his paws and jumps off the stool.  "I... I didn't know it was like that, Grillbz, honest!" he stammers, before beating an awkward retreat into the writhing bodies on the dancefloor.  

"Thanks," you murmur, but Grillby doesn't move his hand.  Instead, he slides his palm down your arm and grips your hand in his, prying it away from the gift bag you're holding in your lap.  

"....come on.  Let's dance."

You're not going to say no to that, but you also don't want to abandon your present for him.  Grillby seems to notice your hesitation and reaches over with his other hand to take the gift bag and set it beneath the bar.  At least the patrons here know better than to ever step foot behind his bar.

Grillby leads you around the edge and then laces his fingers with yours.  He moves to the outskirts of the dancefloor and draws you close.  "I didn't know you danced," you blurt; you've never seen him so much as nod his head along with a beat.

"I'm full of secrets," he vaguely claims, while one hand slips to the small of your back.  In the next beat, he pulls you flush against him.  You can feel the heat of his flames through the layers of his dress clothes, and even though his hand is in yours, it doesn't burn.  Instead, it just tingles with magic; the flames feel as if they roil beneath an invisible barrier.  

"Tell me some of them," you implore with a grin as Grillby leads the dance, moving with the beat of next song, Baby, It's Cold Outside.

His sharp smirk spreads upward.  ".....if I did, I'd have to kill you."

You fix him with a look.  "C'mon, Grillby.  Please?"

He hand squeezes yours as the two of you complete a swaying circle to the beat.  "Fine.... I like it when you beg like that."

Your face lights up, and you falter in your next step, causing him to chuckle and wind his arm tighter around your back.  "....I also like watching your face turn that lovely shade of red."

In response, you can feel your face glow even brighter. "That's not fair," you chide, slipping your arm around his neck so you can hide your face against his shoulder.  The fur from his jacket tickles your cheek, and you can feel your heart pounding in your chest.  "Can you even blush?"

He laughs at that, the sound raspy and crackling.  "Yes, I can..."  His head tilts down, and you can hear his voice right at your ear, clearer than ever.  "You just haven't done anything to make it happen."

A challenge.  

"How'm I supposed to do that?  Call you Hot Stuff?" you mumble, drawing another crackling chuckle.  "Tell you that you really light up the room?"

"... now I think you're just trying to seduce me," he teases, releasing your hand to wrap both arms around you and draw you flush against his body.  

If only it was that easy.

You wind your other arm around his neck, too, your fingers idly toying with the dancing flames that comprise his hair.  "Caught me," you half-joke, before releasing an exaggerated sigh with your cheek against his shoulder.  A shudder ripples through him, and you belatedly realize that your breath is probably cold compared to the natural, arid heat of his body.

Was it a good shudder or a bad shudder?  It's the difference between stoking a fire and trying to blow out birthday candles.  You decide to experiment and lightly blow on the violet flames visible just above the collar of his dress shirt.

You feel his chest expand against yours as he sucks in a breath--and his face actually glows brighter!

"Hey, I think I did it!" you announce, wide-eyed as Grillby's smoldering gaze meets yours.  You must look incredibly proud because he stifles his sudden laughter against your shoulder, his body shaking with suppressed chuckles.  

When he pulls himself together, his mouth is at your ear again, only this time, you can feel a flame dance across the shell of it.  Your fingers inadvertently dig into his fiery wisps of hair, and he growls, "Now I know you're trying to seduce me."

You don't deny it; you mean to playfully laugh, but it falls flat.  Weak, just like your knees.  The song switches to a more upbeat All I Want for Christmas is You, but neither of you change the tempo of your swaying motions.  

You can hear your blood pounding in your ears and the fluttering in your stomach.  You've both lapsed into silence, pressed against one another on the outskirts of the dancing, writhing drunken bodies.  Is now the time to ask him on a date?  Or is all of this just flirtatious fun--just two people holding onto one another on the holidays?

You try to muster the courage to speak, but the words you want just won't form.  So, you hold onto the moment as long as you can, tightening your arms around him, relishing in the scent of campfire and spice, in the feeling of his hair wrapping and twisting around your fingers, seemingly with a mind of its own.  

Halfway through the song, Grillby stops moving.  Disappointment washes over you; is it time for him to get back to work?  Can't he at least finish the final minute of the song?  Slowly, you manage to pull your head up from his chest, only to meet his amused smile.

"....you should pay attention to where you're going."

He was leading the dance, you think, confused.  Your brow furrows slightly, and he nods his head toward the ceiling.  Your gaze slowly follows, and you stare in surprise at the cluster of mistletoe hanging above.  He'd lead you directly beneath it and stopped.

All of your prior disappointment is washed away by nerves.  You don't let it show, however; no, you smirk and level him with a stare.  "Why... if I didn't know better, I'd say you were trying to seduce me."

"Is it working?"  His own smirk is still in-place, and you feel your stomach do a back-flip.  

Although your nerves are thrumming, you decide to be honest.  "Oh, yes."

Something else crosses his expression-- a focus you can see in his smoldering gaze as he regards you over the top of his glasses.  In the next moment he brings one of his hands up to cup your chin... and then, his mouth crashes on yours.  

His lips are malleable; you can feel a thin barrier of magic around them, making your own lips tingle.  This isn't a chaste kiss, however; he wastes no time working your lips apart to thrust his tongue into your mouth and explore.  His tongue is liquid heat, though not hot enough to be unpleasant.  Instead, the sensation sets your nerves on fire; his tongue dances around yours, winding around it, filling your mouth with the undulating sensation of magic that draws a deep, contented moan from the back of your throat.          

Grillby crackles a growl in response from deep within, and you desperately clutch to the front of his jacket, the fur between your fingers serving to ground you.

His mouth is dry; there's no swapping saliva here.  Rather, you can feel your mouth drying out as the kiss continues, your face flushed and warm.  As much as you'd like to stay glued to him for longer, you have to break apart and swallow in an effort to get your tongue damp again.  

The fire elemental seems to anticipate this and moves his mouth across your jaw and down the side of your neck.  

If his arm wasn't so tight around your neck, you know that you'd end up in a puddle at his feet.  

Finally, he pulls back to appraise your expression, and his smirk widens at what he sees.  You know you must look dazed, your lips slightly parted and your face completely flushed--both from the moment and the proximity of his heat.  

You finally break the silence.  "Wow, that was... quite the Gyftmas present."  

"... I was hoping your real Gyftmas present could be dinner at my place."

Real Gyftmas present?  Your mind is whirling with the implications, but you can't help but point out, "We're already at your place."

"Smart ass," he chides with a chuckle.  "Upstairs.  My home.  A date."

Date!  He said date!  You're practically glowing at this point, despite the fact that you're not the fire elemental in this equation.  "Yes, absolutely," you agree, before you realize something -- you haven't given him his present yet!

"Speaking of Gyftmas presents... you haven't opened yours yet."

"....you're not my present?" he quips, his fingers brushing a wayward strand of your hair back into place.  The ghost of his fingertips against your skin has you wanting to kiss him again, but you manage to refrain.  

"You put your present behind the bar."  

".... it is?"  From the look on his face, you realize that he had no idea that gift bag was for him.  "Now I have to know what's inside it." Immediately, he whirls around toward the bar and makes his way back to it, his arm wound around your waist.  

He draws you behind the bar with him-- which is quite the privilege; the regulars at the bar all whoop and holler, trying to fluster you since they witnessed your mistletoe kiss.  Grillby pointedly ignores them and instead sets the gift bag on the table to reach into the tissue paper.  

He pulls out a holiday tin, filled to the brim with cookies, oreo balls, and fudge -- all of it homemade.  You wanted to make something for him, as well as show him you can cook, too.  Although, if things go well, you could likely convince him to let you cook for your upcoming dinner date.

"....... you made these?" he queries as he picks up a piece of fudge.  It's a wonder the chocolate doesn't melt in his hand, but Grillby has careful control over his magic.  

"Yeah, I baked all of them for you to try."  Suddenly, you're feeling a little shy.  "I mean, you're always cooking for me, so I wanted to return the favor."  

He pops it into his mouth and chews slowly, savoring the flavor.  You begin feeling nervous.  "What do you think?"

Suddenly, he smirks and throws your own words back at you, "Not bad."  You swat his chest as he pulls you close to him--once again ignoring the goading cheers of his customers.  

He leans in, his lips ghosting yours as he adds, "....but you taste better."  

[undertale-writing-times]

16, when you lose an object (like a sock) it ends up in your soulmate's possession for Fellby, please?

Fellby! I call him Inferno ^^

When Inferno woke up, he saw some papers around his bedroom. It was in the back of his bar, so he just assumed it was random shit that he forgot to clean.

Yet when he picked them up, he saw that they were... shopping lists? He squints at the paper, then shakes his head and allows his fire to burn them.

That was the first of random shit that started to appear in his bedroom.

Sometimes it would be papers, other times some stuffed animals, even some clothing. The clothes were the weirdest thing.

Cause, you know, they were NOT something that he would wear.

Normally he would burn the papers, and hide the stuffed animals.

The clothes he would just throw out.

He was getting tired of finding all this shit in his bedroom! He would sometimes leave the room, and shout "Stop throwing shit into my damn bedroom ya dirty animals!"

Nobody would come forward and admit that they were the one that put the items into his bedroom.

He figured it made sense... he was the only one that would be able to open that door. He kept the inside of his bedroom really hot with his magic since he didn't want anyone going in there.

Today, he was cleaning his bar table, muttering under his breath annoyed when Red asks "What the hell are you grumblin' about?"

He lifts his head quickly, looking at the skeleton who was drinking the mustard that he normally would use.

Inferno rolls his eyes, which was hard to tell because of the sunglasses he wore.

"I keep finding crappy stuff in my room" he pulls out a card, holding it up "Like this"

Red holds out his hand, so Inferno puts the card into it and he starts to study it.

"The name on this is Y/n, ya could just go around and ask if anyone knows that person" Red rolls his eyes, handing him the card back.

Inferno narrows his eyes, slamming his hand down onto the bar "Don't you think I know that, you dumbass? It's a damn human name, I don't give a shit about them I just want their crap to stop coming into my room!"

When he did that, he could see Red flinch which Inferno didn't really care about.

Red was being an ass.

He could hear two of the dogs snicker, so he grabs a bottle, tossing it at one of them.

"Laugh at me again, and I'll dust you fuckers with your own blade"

After that, and after he closed down shop, he went into his bedroom sitting down on the bed looking down at the card.

Y/n Y/l/n, huh?

Who were they to him? Why would they be... he sighs, rubbing his hand over his face, and falls back onto his bed staring up at the roof, lost in thought.

Whatever the reason, he was sure that he would find out once they got above ground. He would find this Y/n person...

There was no way that that stupid story of soulmates was real, right?

In this world, love was stupid. It wasn't needed. Nobody he had ever seen has had a good relationship, not even with their own family.

Majesty and Mistress? They split up long ago, just a little while after the war with humans.

He hated that fucking war.

He hated humans.

So why did his soulmate have to be one?

Would he have rather had a monster as his datemate? Honestly? He didn't know. The only monster that he really even remotely cared about was Red.

And he was often on thin ice.

Inferno had no idea why he cared about Red so much. Maybe... it was something from the past? He felt like he made a promise to someone, an old friend.

Friendship, datemates, all of that shit... it was pointless.

All of it was.

He tried to forget about it. While, you know, keeping the card on him. He would tell himself that he wanted to keep the card just so he could find the human and tell them to stop losing shit.

Right?

Finally, they were able to get above ground with the help of this little shit. They even paid for some of the food that Red ordered.

That got on Inferno's good side, at least a little. They were able to break the barrier, somehow? They didn't even kill a single monster, and helped a lot of them.

It was... strange.

At least it shows that not all humans are assholes, he guessed?

And now that they were above ground, he was going to have fun trying to find that human that kept losing shit that was getting into his bedroom.

He was going to miss the underground a little, not the people in it, of course, just miss the places.

Hotland was fun to go to sometimes and just relax in the lava.

When they got above ground, some of the humans seemed scared of them... a lot of them, matter of fact. Inferno wished that they kept with the plan and slaughtered all of these fuckers.

But.

They didn't.

Which he figured was a good thing. They didn't have as many monsters as they used to, and they could most likely be easily wiped out and the humans wouldn't use magic to just seal them away anymore.

They would have all been killed.

Once Inferno got used to being above ground, he took out the card checked the name again, and started to walk down the street humming under his breath. "Now how am I supposed to find you, my little datemate?"

This was going to be fun, it was like he was hunting them but they had no idea that they were being hunted. Every second they don't move, he's getting closer. Even if he's going the wrong way, he would be able to find them.

How big could the above-ground even be?

After a while of walking, and asking around, he was starting to lose his patience. Some people wouldn't even answer him, which annoyed him because, you know, he normally didn't even like talking all that much!

He wasn't even dressed all that strange, or anything. Just a leather jacket and fishnet under it. Gold chains, of course... fluff on the collar of his jacket.

His sunglasses too.

Whatever.

He didn't care, he could find them without needing help. After a while of walking around, he decided to put the number that was on the card into the phone, and held it to his head, waiting as it rung, shutting his eyes.

This better work...

Finally, he heard a voice on the other side say "Hello?"

"Is this Y/n?" he asks, spinning the card in his fingers. When they said yes, and asked who he was, he gets a little smirk leaning against the wall beside the phone "Oh, just a friend. I got a card with your name on it. It just randomly appeared, and I'm assuming that you've been finding things that you aren't sure where they came from as well?"

They spoke for a while, until they agreed to meet him, and they came up with a time together.

Inferno was going to just LOVE having them around...

Gofundme link- https://gofund.me/6ec8c54b

[rainysquiggles]

Person: wow! So you're dating fellby! Has he ever set you on fire?

Y/N: yeah, but it was my fault

Person: oh what did you do? Stand to close?

Y/N: no

Y/N: I annoyed him

Underfell grillby: and I'll do it again if you keep making fire puns

[bugsweirdworld]

Don’t Forget

Part 2

Uf!Grillby (Fellby) x reader

Word count: 1.4k+

Tw: Violence, implied panic attack, strong language

Part 1 Part 2

~

When you had woken up in the middle of the night to pitch black, you had suspected that Grillby was trying to drink away his insomnia. You had never expected him to be in the middle of a “private meeting” between dangerous past rivals. When they find out there’s more at stake than they first realised, they don’t hesitate to take what’s not theirs and suddenly, you’re seeing pitch black all over again.

However, the only person who can help you has been beaten, tortured and brainwashed into believing you’re the cause of it all.

~

Silently, Grillby watched as you left the bar, hands clenching at his side. You appeared to be shaking slightly, he knew it wasn’t just from the cold but you kept walking anyways. Grillby could feel his soul twinging in response to your fear but it seemed that there was no other option than to let you go.

It wasn’t easy, although he acted like it was.

He wanted you to leave so desperately, however, it was out of love and he wondered if you knew that. He wondered if you knew how hard it was for him to give in to any feeling other than anger. It wasn’t easy to adjust when Monsters were first freed from the Underground, and in that moment, Grillby was reassured that it still wasn't easy. Being a man who had to get used to denying his soul, it had sent wave after wave of shock through his body when he had first started to feel again after meeting you.

Grillby never wanted to see you hurting, especially not because of himself, maybe that’s why this was so hard for him. Even though he wouldn’t admit it out loud, watching you walk away felt like punishment for getting involved with this mess in the first place but he couldn’t seem to pull himself away. Instead, he stood in the doorway, rigidly waiting for the right time to go inside.

Then, you looked back.

The minute your eyes locked with his, it was as if his soul had gone cold. A chill danced across his nerves at the look in your tearful eyes. For the first time, it was as if Grillby could feel the whip of the cold night air… It was sobering. At that shock of a feeling, Grillby turned back towards the restaurant and entered, silently willing his thoughts to drift towards the other problem at hand. Yet, no matter how hard he tried, his soul wouldn't stop crying for you and it felt as if the wind’s shocking chill had followed in his wake.

Sparing one last look behind him, Grillby closed the door and started walking through the bar, gaze lingering on the blood smears adorning his once spotless building. A rough sigh passed his lips as he reached for the phone hidden under the bar top, sparks threatening to fly from his mouth as the unease in his soul grew. Quickly opening his list of contacts, Grillby clicked the call button next to one of his favourited results and waited, pacing back and forth restlessly. The dial tone seemed as loud as thunder in the quiet room and Grillby couldn’t help but wonder how much longer his restaurant would actually stay quiet. Suddenly, a groan echoed out from the phone’s speaker, the call finally being answered.

“Ey, Grillby. You gotta clock over there? It’s 2 in the fuckin’ morning, what’a ya want?!”

Completely ignoring the heated comment, Grillby answered with ice in his voice.

“Sans.”

There was a slight pause on the other end of the call, followed by the sounds of shuffling, as if Sans was sitting up in bed.

“What’s’a matter Grillbz? You, uh… ya sound pretty tense.”

“Not long after coming to the surface you and I got ourselves involved in some shady business. Do you remember?”

Sans chuckled weakly before responding,

“You’re gunna’ have’ta be more specific, we get ourselves into a lot’a trouble ya know.”

“It was a not-so-legal business deal which, in summary, involved us supplying a human gang with illegal goods from the Underground and them doing the same for us with human wears. Eventually, they even agreed to give us inside information regarding the government’s plans for monsters. However, after the first part of the plan had been executed, the fuckers tried to cheat the deal and worm their way into taking everything we had smuggled by threatening to leak information on the transaction. Luckily, in the end we were able to reach an agreement and we all walked away with our lives.”

Sans sighed and made sounds of disgust throughout the explanation, eventually speaking up when Grillby was done.

“Hell ya, I remember that… What’a fuckin’ shit show that turned out to be. I can’t believe they were even considered a gang. They might’a had the advantage in numbers, but I bet they wouldn’t last one round with the boys from our Underground. HELL, the kids’n stripes could prob’ly do better! They’d be put right back in their place!”

“Do whatever you want, but don’t drag me into it Sans. I’ve got better things to do.”

“Ya ya, I know. You’re tryna’ stop with that shit for your sweetheart or somethin’... good for you, but don’t get too borin’ Grillbz, heh.”

“Don’t act as though you haven’t been trying to slow down with “that shit” too Sans, I know you have.”

The snarky comment was met with a heavy sigh then silence from the other end. After a second Grillby banged his fist on the bar top.

“Dammit Sans, you distracted me! This is fucking serious! They found out we walked away with more than planned and finally got the balls to send someone after us. More specifically, ME, while my mate was upstairs sleeping! When they saw her they forced their way inside and tried to start a fight they couldn’t finish. They almost got upstairs but I stopped them. They may have ran off with their tails between their legs but they made sure I knew they’d come back with others.”

“Damn, Grillby… you ok?”

“I’M fine, but I had to send y/n out into the freezing darkness alone and half-asleep so she could get away. If they have the guts to actually follow through with their threat and come back, she has a better chance of surviving out there then she does at the bar.”

Sans’ rough voice swore quietly through the phone as Grillby continued.

“She’s out there completely alone with minimal clothing other than her shoes and my jacket. I told her to go to your house but I could tell she was panicking. She has no fucking idea where she’s going and she’ll probably freeze death trying to find a safe place to hide. Sans… I need you to find her.”

The rushed sounds of Sans moving around his room echoed throughout the quiet bar while he answered.

“Any idea where she could be right now?”

“Not sure. Try calling her when you leave.”

“Ok, I’ll start lookin’ now.”

At the thought of his mate facing the night alone, a low growl sounded from deep within Grillby’s chest and smoke began filtering out of his mouth.

“Hey Grillby, don’t worry, I got this. She’s gunna be fine. I’ll find her and take her back to our place. Paps can make her somethin’ to eat and she can wrap up in some blankets n’shit, she’ll be ok.”

Grillby sighed deeply as light sparks flew from his lips.

“I hope you’re right, Sans.”

***

Pulling on his sneakers, Sans started towards the bedroom door, half-asleep. He looked up and down the hallway before descending the stairs, trying to avoid causing too much noise at the risk of invoking his brother’s wrath. The lights downstairs were all off but in this moment it didn’t matter, he knew his way to the kitchen well enough. Quickly rummaging through the kitchen drawers, Sans looked for something he could write a note with. He wouldn’t usually bother with leaving one, he’d normally just yell, but there was no way he was going to do that right now. Finally, Sans found a pen and despite the angry reaction it would probably get from Papyrus, he just leaned over and rushingly wrote on the nearest paper-like object.

Not wanting to bother with the work involved in unlocking the door, Sans used a shortcut to get outside and started walking, pulling out his phone in order to call you on the way. Searching through his contacts he found your name and pressed the call button, waiting impatiently for you to answer. After a minute or two it became clear that you weren’t going to pick up, but he tried again anyways. Once again, you didn’t answer.

After another call and multiple texts it was obvious you couldn’t answer for some reason. Sighing, Sans kept walking, taking in more of his surroundings with each hurried step. The surface looked much different at night than the Underground. It was probably because there’s so much more open space, at least, that’s one reason... not counting all the violence and gang like activity. Two others would be the buildings and streets. Both were much larger on the surface and spread out more. Where Sans and Papyrus’ house Underground was just a minute or two away from Grillby’s, on the surface it was a longer and more complicated journey.

The sudden vibrations coming from Sans’ pocket startled him out of his thoughts before he quickly reached his hand down and lifted his phone up to the side of his skull, desperately hoping you were the late night caller.

But it was Grillby, and he was freaking out.

***

The wooden floor boards of the establishment creaked and moaned with each quick, heavy stomp Grillby made while running up the stairs. Fear was pulsing in his soul and if Grillby had them, he knew that he’d be able to hear blood pounding in his ears. The silence from earlier had been deafening but while moving swiftly down the hallway Grillby would’ve given anything to hear it again if it meant the ringing and buzzing coming from the bedroom would end. However, wish as he might, it did not stop and the closer he got to the room the louder it became. Slamming open the door Grillby was met with a sight that turned his soul cold and the uncontrollable wave of fear that flowed from him caused his magic to flare, flames licking the walls slightly as he bent over and grasped the offending object.

You had left your phone by accident.

No one could contact you, you really were out there completely alone.

***

When Sans answered the phone, the only thing he could hear was roaring flames, deep slightly panicked muttering and the sound of wood straining under Grillby’s intense heat.

“Grillby?”

No answer.

“Grillbz, buddy, are you there? Hey, hey! Just calm down n’tell me what happened.”

A deep, crackling voice trailed from the phone speaker, it’s intensity rocking the skeleton to his core.

“She left her phone.”

The pain was obvious in Grillby’s hollow voice, words thick with negative emotion and it caused Sans to flinch, his eye lights flickering in shock.

“She’s completely alone. She could be dead and we wouldn’t know until someone finds her cold, fragile body in a back alleyway.”

At that, his smile went tight, unable to keep his eye lights from extinguishing.

“Don’t talk like that.”

“WELL IT’S THE FUCKING TRUTH SANS!”

“You don’t know that!”

“WELL IT COULD BE! It could be...”

Neither of them spoke as Sans contemplated the heaviness in his friend’s voice, when suddenly, Grillby smashed a chair against the wall, flames fully engulfing the room.

“What the FUCK am I SUPPOSED TO DO NOW SANS?!”

“Calm the fuck down that’s what! This won’t do either of you any good. Ya wanna protect her? Then you gotta take a deep breath or some shit and stop freakin’ out! Ya gotta be on your guard for when those guys come back. You’re no help to y/n if you’re fucking dead, Grillbz!”

The line went silent and Sans cursed, knowing Grillby probably wasn’t listening.

“I’m on m’way.”

Putting his phone back in his pocket, Sans took one last quick scan of the area before short cutting to Grillby’s bar and restaurant. Noting the blood smeared on the wall, Sans knew that whatever had happened must’ve been pretty serious. Grillby was right in sending you away. He was furious and extremely dangerous right now.

After looking around and calling up the stairs to Grillby, Sans heard the sound of slightly unsteady stomping in the hallway, which was filled with smoke, then down the stairs.

“Woah, Grillby, come’n sit down for a sec.”

Sparks flew from the fire elementals mouth as he responded heatedly,

“I can’t sit down, Sans! I have more important things to worry about, like my fucking mate dying alone in the street!”

“Sit down, Grillby.”

Sighing, Sans continued.

“Stars, I don’t even remember the last time I saw ya this worked up! This girl’s really got t’ya, huh?”

“She’s my fucking mate Sans, so YES, i guess you could say that she “really got to me.” With her, I’ve actually started to feel again Sans, and I hate it but I love it so fucking much at the same time that it hurts.”

Brow bones scrunching together tightly, Sans looked back into Grillby’s flaming eyes and scoffed slightly, kicking himself for the one thought currently running through his mind;

‘Lucky bastard’

For a split second, Sans could swear he saw a knowing look in Grillby’s eyes but whatever it was left as soon as it came.

“This is obviously real important to ya and although I can move around with magic n’stuff, I can only take so much, so I’m gunna go get Papyrus.”

Grillby’s shoulders were stiff with fear and anger, there was so much to do. What if they were too late? What if they never found her? Grillby wasn’t a naturally anxious man on the outside, but there was no way he was gunna loose you. Lord knows he had already lost so many other people in his life. Plus, how would he explain it to Fuku?

But even though he’s a massive asshole… Sans somehow knew what to say.

“We won’t rest till we find her.”

[skeleboiii84]

Use me like I'm yours❤

(Under fell sans X reader ⚠️smut⚠️)

You were hot and bothered all over the place, Red was at fellbys just getting mustard. You needed him you wanted him so badly so you decided to to "sort yourself out" if you know what I mean.

You were half way through your pleasure almost at your climax when- "ey, Dollface I'm back. " you looked at him with your face completely red from your self love and embarrassment from him walking in on you. He put his head down closed the door locked it before giving you a love sick hungry look. And looking you up & down.

"Damn~ yer lookin' realll fuckin sexy like that~", he said in a low seductive tone that made you feel tingly. Before you could even said anything he lifted your legs and struck your ass leaving a red mark. "ngh-! " , you yelped "your one dirty bitch ya know that~! " , "mmhm~", you moaned to him.

He smacked your ass again before moving your underwear and sticking his tounge in your pussy. "Ahh~nmmm~", he pulled away from your pussy to give it a slap before pushing his tounge in your mouth. Then you felt the tip of his cock tease your clit.

" you want this cock~? " he said in the same seductive tone he used before. "Yess~" you mumbled in a slight moan. "Didn't hear ya doll face~" you tried to answer but his throbbing dick made it hard for your words to come out saliva was slowly running out of your mouth.

He shoved his dick in your pussy and started thrusting down into you letting out a grunt each time louder than before. "Ohhh fuck yeah baby!", "right there!" "Ah~! " "mm~! " Harderr~! ", " uh,uh yea yeah!" "yes~!!". He was hitting just the right spot that made you cry with pleasure.

When you came you both tensed letting out one last moan before relaxing and cuddling up with each other in his bed.

"I love you", you huffed, " I love ya more baby doll" he said in a tired tone.

[crusnikroxas]

Restraint (18+)

**Author Note**

Underfell Sans x Reader

Word count: 3993

So this is for the lovely @malenchka! Who thought some angsty/fluffy/smut would be fun. Which it is (at least, I think so).

ALSO MASSIVE SIZE DIFFERENCE. *wink wonk*

 **End Note**

You sighed, allowing your head to hit the surface of the steering wheel with a dull thump as you stared up at the house.

You were late. Really late.

Of course, you hadn’t intended to be – far from it. But just as you were ending your shift at the usual time, a massive party of 12 had rolled in, demanding to be served; and your boss couldn’t possibly turn away the business. She’d been going through a really tough time recently – her young son was just coming out of hospital, and she’d been saddled with the bills; she didn’t have a choice in the matter. And you, being the sap that you were, couldn’t bring yourself to just leave her to deal with all that work – no, you stayed, and you were happy that you did.

But you knew that Sans wouldn’t be.

You grumbled, thumping your head again. Your relationship with the skeleton monster was still in the early stages, but you had to admit you’d moved a little faster than you usually would, considering you were already living with the guy. But you were happy – and you loved him, even though you hadn’t dared to admit that to him as of yet. You were still a little…intimidated. He was, like other monsters, pretty freakin’ huge – not just tall, but wide as well. Which was great, you know, if you wanted a hug. But when the guy got angry, you could see why other people got freaked out.

But you knew that deep down he was just an edgy marshmallow.

No, you were more intimidated by his flighty nature, more than anything else – it had taken him a long time to actually admit that he had feelings for you, after all; before that point, you’d actually assumed that he’d hated you (what an emotional roller-coaster that was, considering your more than obvious attempts at seducing him at the time). And you worried that, if you did gather up the gall to tell him that you loved him, he’d simply run away – he was a complicated guy, and just as emotionally constipated as his brother at times.

You sighed, looking over to the passenger seat which held the massive bag of Fellby’s that you’d picked up on the way home – you sincerely hoped that that, and the industrial sized bottle of mustard you’d also picked up, would be enough to suffice as an apology.

It was one of the things he was a stickler for – always freaked out if you were late to something, or if your routine changed just a touch, and you could understand why, even if it was annoying at times. Life in the Underground had been tough for all the monsters, some more than others; and as such, Sans had a few….trust issues. But you were working on it, and he was trying.

Gathering your courage, you grabbed the straining bag of food, stepping out of the car and power-walked up to the house, not wanting to waste yet more time.  

Stepping into the house instantly set your nerves on edge; it was pitch black, save for the singular lamp that happened to still be on your coffee table. Gulping, you walked in, quietly closing the door behind you – perhaps he’d gone to bed?

Though you knew in your gut that was a pretty stupid assumption to make.

Letting out an anxious puff of air, you set the bag down on the coffee table, straining your eyes as you looked around you.

“….Sans? I’m….I’m home. I’m really sorry, I-”

You suddenly shriek as the main light turns on, revealing Sans lounging on the couch near-by, his eye-lights angry embers as he glared in your direction, baring his teeth. It was times like this that it struck you how big the guy was – you only just made it up to his vague stomach area, for heaven’s sake. And at the moment, he was taking full advantage of that size as he stretched across the couch, digging his clawed phalanges into your precious couch cushions.

All in all, he was like most monsters in regards to his fashion sense – he favoured wearing black and red, and nothing could be done to persuade him otherwise. He more or less lived in his usual clothing; not that you minded too much, as frankly, he looked damn good in it. He wore a thick-knit read sweater and black jacket, which had a heavy amount of faux fur on the collar (you’d once compared him to a startled cat because of it, which he took instant offence to). On the bottom half, he wore a long pair of basketball shorts (and you weren’t kidding when you said they were long – you once wore them as a dress amuse him; he’d laughed for hours), and a pair of worn to death red and black sneakers, which he refused to get rid of (apparently they were lucky). But what always caught your attention was his spiked, black leather collar and chain; he’d never quite explained why he wore it, but you couldn’t help the tightening in your loins whenever you happened to look at it a touch too long.

However, at this moment you instantly felt irked under his accusing stare – you’d stopped being intimidated by his size a long time ago. Besides, he was a midget compared to his brother.

“What? Were you just going to sit there in the darkness and stare at me?”

He growled, sitting up a little more as he glared at you.

“yer’ late.”

“Yeah. That was why I was apolo-”

“why are ya late?”

“….I was working. We had a huge party of people who suddenly-”

“ya got proof of that, doll?”

You scowled at his condescending tone.

“Yeah. You can ask my fucking boss if you don’t believe me – but honestly? I thought that you’d have some faith in me by now.”

He scoffed, pulling himself up to standing and lumbering over to look down at you while you held your ground, still glaring up at him.

“i don’t think ya quite get it, sweetheart.”

“No, I get it completely – you’re being a paranoid arsehole, and I’ve got to admit, I’m pretty sick of it.”

“….then why don’t ya jus’ leave.”

Now it was your turn to scoff – you’d seen this behaviour from him before, and you certainly weren’t buying it.

“You already know that I don’t want to.”

“do i?”

You narrowed your eyes, stepping closer to his gargantuan form to jab him hard in the stomach.

“Yes, you do. Why else are we standing here talking if I didn’t want to stay? Why would I have bothered to come home at all, hmm? I mean, hell, I even bought you Fellby’s. And a fuck ton of mustard. You’re welcome, by the way.”

He growled under his breath, leaning down a little more to your level.

“imma monster, sweetheart-”

“Yeah, I can see that.”

His mouth twitched as if he wanted to smile at your sass, but he was still too angry to cave quite yet.

“tha point is, why woulda wanna stay with a monster when ya could be off being normal with some other human, right?”

“I don’t want to be normal.”

He grumbled again, but froze up when you reached up and grabbed him hard by the collar, tugging him closer.

“….if being normal means I don’t get to be with you, I don’t ever want to be normal. You big idiot, when are you going to get that? For fuck sake, I lo-”

You cut yourself off, luckily. Could have made a bad situation a lot worse there, phew.

But he didn’t seem satisfied but that, narrowing his sockets as he suddenly picked you up by the thighs, standing up as he stared you hard in the face.

“...what were ya gonna say, kitten?”

“….not the point. The point is, you’re being a big paranoid dumb-ass, and there’s no point. Look, you know my boss is going through a tough time, and she couldn’t just turn them down-”

Sans groaned, pressing his forehead to yours, effectively silencing you.

“m’sorry. i know, i’m being stupid. you didn’t deserve me bein’ like that. but i jus’ -”

“I know. But I’m not like those other monsters and humans – I’m not here to use you. I’m here because I….I really care about you, you know? And I’m not going anywhere – even if you do look like an oversized Halloween decoration who shops at Hot Topic.”

He paused, before letting out a deep laugh that reverberated up through your thighs, finally allowing his face to fall into that smile that you’d fallen in love with.

“heh. sweetheart, i’ve got far more style than that.”

You instantly purred, leaning up to gently kiss the corner of his mouth.

“You certainly do. Now, are you going to stop being silly and eat some Fellby’s with me?”

He gulped, instantly freezing up at your contact – it was another problem you’d encountered with him. He was constantly terrified that he was going to break you; it’d taken him a good month to even hug you. And due to that, your sex life with him, well….hadn’t happened. The closest you’d come to kissing him was your little kisses to the corners of his mouth.

“Hey, look at me.”

He does, his flaming eye-lights boring into you with rapt attention, his claws digging sweetly into your thighs.

“You’re not going to break me. Look, you’re holding me up at the moment without crushing me, right? I’m fine, Sans – more than fine, in fact...”

You lean up once more, kissing a little more deliberately, allowing your tongue to come out just a touch to gently trace the edge of his mouth; he shuddered, his groan igniting a fire deep within you.

“k-kitten, ya d-don’t know what yer’ doin’-”

“Oh, but I do. Sans….please.”

He looked into your face, processing your begging expression, and gulping, his face instantly flaring up with a fiery blush.

“s-sweetheart...”

With a desperate groan, his mouth finally descends down upon yours, his claws palming your thighs as you sighed happily in return, reaching up to gently trace along his neck as he kissed you.

And you were shocked by gentle he was being, considering his incredibly sharp teeth – in fact, thinking about it, that was probably why he was being gentle. All the same, it made you shudder; he was being so slow, so gentle, so sweet….it made you squirm in place as he kissed you, as you ached to be closer – until you felt him start to draw away.

You couldn’t have that.

You deliberate licked him, long and hard; you felt his hands instantly still, going rigid. You smirked, repeating your lick; but you didn’t expect for him to lick back. Before you knew it, his tongue was wrapping around yours as he let out an animalistic groan, deepening the kiss as he explored your mouth. Your body reflexively arched at the sensations as you let out a quiet moan, spurning him on as he hesitantly nibbled on your bottom lip; you groaned, digging your fingernails into the surface of his neck, making him shudder and groan back, his kisses becoming more desperate as he allowed himself to finally succumb to his needs.

You’re not sure who broke the kiss, but eventually you found yourself panting, staring up at him as he stared down at you, his eye-lights burning as his chest heaved with clear restraint.

“fuck….kitten, y-ya so...”

“Perfect? Awesome in every way?”

He snorted, his grin widening.

“heh. nah, that kinda pales in comparison to ya – words can’t describe whatcha do to me.”

You blush – it wasn’t often that he’d have the confidence to break out the mushy lines, and you certainly didn’t complain when he did; they made your soul soar.

“Well, I-I….I’d like to….find out what I do to you. If you know what I mean.”

His smile fades as he stares down at you, his eye-lights smouldering.

“sweetheart, ya don’t know whatcha askin’.”

“Believe me, I do.”

“no, ya really don’t. doll, listen….i’m pretty….rough. and i don’t wanna-”

You growled, tugging hard on his collar as you glared up at him.

“I like it rough.”

He growled back at you, his expression desperate – but you knew you had to push harder.

“Sans. I want you to fuck me – and I want you to do it rough. Fuck, ever since I saw this stupid thing-”

You tugged his collar hard again for emphasis, drawing a gasp from him.

“-it’s all I’ve wanted. Please. I want you. I want you so bad-”

He groaned, his claws travelling up to your ass as he descended on your neck, kissing and nibbling, teeth scraping against your skin; you knew that he was testing your limits – you tugged on his collar harshly, body arching as you revelled in the attention.

“Harder.”

He moaned, biting into the flesh of your shoulder, leaving you gasping, clawing at his chest desperately at the sensation of pain and pleasure mixing together oh so sweetly. You sighed in ecstasy as he withdrew, watching your expressions hungrily, drinking in every last drop of your lust for him.  

“...ya good?”

“More than.”

“….ya wanna continue this?”

You simply groaned, tugging hard at his collar in need, fingers scraping against the surface of his neck; he shuddered, receiving your answer loud and clear. Before you were even aware of what was happening, he’d teleported the two of you to your bedroom, and promptly ripped the clothes you were wearing off your body, throwing the rags over his shoulder as he looked down at you, burning eye-lights travelling every inch of your skin, leaving you to squirm under his gaze.

“….yer fuckin’ perfect.”

You blushed, starting to look away before your face is turned hard back to him, his gaze burning you with its intensity.

“no. ya only gonna look at me tonight, and me alone.”

You gulped, nodding your head as your body twitched, your wetness beginning to trickle down your thighs at his sudden dominance. He purred, smile stretching as he brought your body up to his, tongue tracing the bite mark he’d left earlier, making you shudder delicately in response.

“….everyone’s gonna see this, and know ya mine.”

You sighed needily, clutching at his shoulder as the rest of your body squirmed, desperate for contact.

“don’t worry kitten, i gotcha – you’ll get whatcha want.”

You groaned in impatience, twitching as he licked at your wound again, purring in the back of his throat.

“jus’ one thing, doll – i wanna know what ya were gonna say.”

You froze at that, kicking yourself for forgetting your slip-up; you knew Sans, knew that he didn’t forget details like that.

“...I don’t know what you mean.”

He chuckled low against the surface of your neck, exhale tickling across your skin.

“sure ya do. ‘sides, think i know what ya were gonna say.”

“….no, you don’t.”

“sure i do. ‘cause i was gonna say it first.”

You froze, eyes going wide as he withdrew from your neck, fixing you in place with his intense stare.

“….sweetheart, i know that i’m an ass sometimes, but….i love ya. i love ya more that i thought i’d be capable of lovin’ anyone. m’sorry i’m such a shit when it comes ta stuff, but i….i jus’ don’t wanna lose ya.”

“….I get that. But I….I need my freedom, y’know?”

“’course ya do, and i’d never give ya anythin’ less. sweetheart, i love ya so much. is...is that whatcha wanted to say?”

You gulped, biting your lip as you stared up at him.

“...yeah. That’s what I-”

You’re cut off by his happy whoop as he swooped back down on your lips, leaving you to giggle in response.

“fuck, i’m so fucking lucky to have you-”

“I love you, Sans.”

He froze, looking at you with such sudden adoration, you worried that your heart might explode; you’d never seen him act so….assured before.

“So...now that you know I love you, and I have a huge bite mark on my neck….are you going to get so worried when I run a little late?”

He growled, his grin stretching.

“sweetheart, i’m always gonna worry – big bad world out there, after all.”

“I’m big and bad myself, thank you.”

He snorted, lifting up one of your hands pointedly to emphasise how small it was in comparison to his.

“you’re ma sweet delicate kitten. i ain’t about to let cha get hurt.”

“Just because you’re big bad monster, doesn’t mean that I don’t have my own tricks up my sleeves.”

He grinned wider, teeth glinting in the muted light of the bedroom as his body loomed over yours.

“oh yeah? how d’you mean, doll?”

You grinned back, happy he’d given you the answer that you wanted – as you reached up, yanking his head down by the collar while simultaneously lifting up the rest of your body to quickly wrap your legs around him, grinding your body against his as you practically purred against his teeth.

“...you forget, even kittens have claws, Sans.”

He growled, deep and low, his grin growing dangerous as his eye-lights seemed to flare.

“well, how mean i’ve been neglecting ya like i have. ya sure showed me.”

His hands quickly grabbed your hips, forcing your body back down to the bed with ease as he licked his teeth, leering down at you; before heading straight back to your neck and biting down without warning over his original wound. You mouth opens in a silent scream as your body attempts to arch and squirm; but he holds you tight, claws digging into your skin as he chuckles, licking lazily at the bite as you shudder, gnawing your lip as you restrained yourself from begging for more. And it seemed he knew of your wishes as he gently traced his teeth down your body, lapping with that same almost lazy speed at your nipples – but there was nothing lazy about the harshness of his claws as he pinned you to the bed. You groaned as he steadily worked his way down your stomach, seemingly intent on tasting every inch of your skin, all while he stared up at you intensely, watching every reaction his ministrations had on you.  

Suddenly, his lazy attitude went out the window as he all but yanked you legs apart, his tongue spreading the lips of your pussy apart with ease as he tasted you.

“Oh fuuuck….Sans...”

He smirked, switching back to his exaggerated slowness as he ate you out, seeming to revel in the way you squirmed and whined, your orgasm building inside you as if your insides had been replaced with embers.

“Sans...please...”

He chuckled, the sound reverberating against your pussy, making you let out yet another groan. But he didn’t make you beg any more – for in the next moment, your eyes shot wide open as his tongue started to worm it’s way inside you.

“Oh...oh fuuck!...”

And as simple as that, you came undone; he’d been teasing you for so long, you’d been wound so tight, and just the feeling of him filling you up…

“good girl. fuck sweetheart, yer’ so tight – heh, ready for the main course?”

He receives a wanton moan as a reply, his grin stretching wider as he started to pull off his clothes while you watched him hazily on the bed, your legs still twitching with the force of your previous orgasm.

But you couldn’t help your eyes widening at the size of him – if you’d thought his tongue was big….

“don’t cha worry, kitten. i’m gonna make ya feel so good.”

He leant down, gently kissing the side of your neck as he brushed your hair out of your face, burning eye-lights gazing down at you with such affection you felt yourself flushing almost instantly.

“...I know you will.”

He smirks, dipping his head and kissing you deeply – ensuring that you were completely relaxed and wanting as he lined himself up with your entrance; before gently starting to slide in.

You gasped, eyes wide as you felt yourself being filled far more that you’d ever experienced while he shushed you gently, kissing your neck so softly you shivered.

“yer’ doin’ so well, sweetheart….fuuuck, yer’ takin’ me so well...”

You moaned, your hips bucking in reflex to his words; which only shoved him in deeper. You both groaned at that; and before you could begin to recover, Sans grasped your hips and promptly hilted hard, grunting in ecstasy as he did so. But the expected pain never came – instead you were filled with such an insane amount of pleasure it brought a sob to your lips; you were so full, you were so full…

“shh, kitten, shh. yer’ so perfect, feel so good...”

You simply bucked your hips again, mewling in desperation.

“Please, please move, god, please, fuck me Sans!”

He snarled, his teeth bared as his claws dug into your hips, drawing himself almost out – before slamming back in hard. Doing it again. Then he was ramming into you with abandon, his eye-lights burning as he huffed, his gaze demanding that you only look at him.

Your hands clawed desperately against his ribs as he rutted into you, legs twitching as you felt that all too familiar coil begin to tighten inside you – which he seemed to notice as well.

“yer’...not allowed to cum…until i say, sweetheart.”

You whined, squirming your body against his in desperation, drawing a hiss from him as he fucked you ruthlessly – he growled at you for your lack of control.

“you want me ta stop?”

“No! No, please!”

“then ya gotta….fuckin’ wait.”

You bit your lip, brow furrowing as you desperately concentrated, which seemed to please him as he smirked down at you, ducking his head to lick at your wounds as he angled your hips upward – making you almost scream at how intense the new angle was.

“almost kitten…..almost...”

He grunted, his thrusts growing impossibly faster than before as dug his claws harshly into your hips, pulling your body hard down on his cock; your vision started to blur as you mewled, fighting your body’s urges as much as you were able – but you knew that he could feel you getting tighter around him as your muscles threatened to spasm.

“….cum for me, sweetheart.”

You screamed as your body exploded around you in the harshest pleasure you’d ever known, Sans swearing loudly above as he came at the same time, hot ropes of cum filling you to the point of spilling out around him as he spasmed inside you, hips jerking against your own to the point you knew you were going to have bruises to match your claw marks.

You both gasped for breath for a long time, locked together as you came off from your highs.

“….gods, yer’ so fuckin’ perfect.”

You giggled, still a little dazed as you looked into his eye-lights.

“See? Told you I like it rough.”

He snorted, kissing the top of your head as his body shook with laughter.

“...i love ya so much, sweetheart.”

You smiled warmly, before shuddering a little as he slowly pulled himself out of you, your body feeling horrifically empty in his absence.

“...heh, whoops. looks like we might need ta invest in new sheets.”

You groaned, mock glaring up at him.

“If I wasn’t so weak right now, I’d totally slap you.”

“nah, ya wouldn’t. know why?”

“...why?”

He chuckled, before carefully scooping you up and holding you to his chest, softly making his way out of the bedroom.

“’cause i’m tha guy that’s gonna run ya a bath, and feed ya fellby’s before tucking ya up in fresh sheets and sleepin’ with ya for tha week.”

“….I love you.”

He sniggered, pressing a kiss to the top of your head as he kicked open the door to the bathroom.

“love ya too, kitten.”

[anneimaginesundertale]

Tries to hide the increasing blush on their face caused by (My muse) for Fellby, please? - 🔥

"You're blushing," Fellby murmured in your ear. "Am I embarrassing you?"

"No...." you said, trying in vain to get your face to cool down.

You could hear the smirk in Fellby's voice. "In that case," he said, wrapping his arms more securely around you, "shall I continue?"

"Please?" you squeaked.

He continued whispering in your ear. "You are the best thing that has ever happened to me," he said. "You're my shining star. I love you, more than anything."

You couldn't take it any longer. You turned in his arms and buried your burning face in his shoulder. You felt him chuckle. "I love you," he repeated.

[undertale-fluffcanons]

Fell!Grillby and S/O hcs?

*Fellby is a protective boi for sure

*Like if anyone touches you, even if it’s not meant in a bad way, he will go into protective mode

*He just wants to keep you safe is all! Since you know, it is kill or be killed after all

*he will do just about anything for you. just about.

*as long as said thing doesn’t embarrass him or get him killed

*he does have a soft side but the only person who sees it is you

[braindeadskeletons]

Y/N: Do you take constructive criticism? 

Fellby: I only take cash or credit

[thelambprince]

Intersex! Reader: Then I was like, ‘define male and female for me’

Intersex! Reader: So yeah, I’m intersex, haha

Uf! Grillby: I didn’t ask nor do I care

Intersex! Reader: You wanted to know

[fitofpaige17]

AHHHH ITS HERE!!

The Language of Blood

You have never in your life wanted to slap fire, but here you are, hand raised and ready to smack this snarky fire elemental over the head.

“Are you fucking kidding me, why would you even agree to bet her on anything? It’s Frisk! Frisk! Determined as fuck, dating Sans, that Frisk?”

Grillby’s mouth smirks devilishly as he dodges your hands. He catches them in his own, but you keep struggling against him.

You are fucking pissed.

Monsters have been on the surface for more than half your life, now, and living in Ebbot you’ve had the chance to really experience every aspect of their integration into society. It helps that during your brief stint in the local college you met and befriended the human ambassador, Frisk. And, with her, comes an entourage of monster friends…including one very hot bartender.

But of course, life can’t just be normal around monsters, and one in particular is hellbent on making your life as complicated as possible.

Including dragging you through a magical blue portal that is suspiciously shaped into other universes where everything is…different.

Coming soon to an archive near you…

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