#fellswap papyrus x reader

[pleasestayawayidonotlikeyou]

Masterlist

He hated you.

He hated your hair. He hated your clothes. He hated your voice. He hated your laugh.He hated the way you always light the room up with that stupid laugh. He hated the way you looked at him.He hated that you got along with him brother so easily. He hated how you make him so weird when you're around. He hated how beautiful your smile looks. He hated that every time he woke up he wished you would be in his arms. He hated how much he wanted to kiss you. He hated how you know how bad he is, and yet you still smile at him.

Red,Rasp,Rus,Ted,Paperjam,Cash and Cross.

[voidandabyssal]

Of any of your favorites that u haven’t written about yet, what would be their goto date idea? It can romantic or platonic, whatever you’d like.

Mutt (FellSwap Papyrus)

His go to date idea would be a home movie night. Somewhere he can feel safe and comfortable. Intimate enough that the two of you could share kisses, cuddles or more ;))

Watching movies is also ideal because he's pretty lazy, prefering not to do anything too active.

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"c'mon darling, c'mere" Mutt drawled out. His hands sliding down your back as he nuzzled into your neck.

"Mutt, c'mon the movie" you whined, hiding your head deeper in his chest. You could feel his ribcage shudder with laughter. The movie, you weren't even sure what it was, some of Nabstablooks work maybe? played forgotten in the background.

He placed a kiss on the top of your messy head. Hair flying everywhere. Food lay scattered around the table, chips and soft drinks lay half-eaten.

"Love ya darlin'" Mutt murmured out, holding you close, grazing over the small wrap of bandages that hid a nasty scrape. A present reminder of the dangers of the Underground. You hid deeper into his hoodie, eyes fluttering shut. Sleep taking you for another night.

[sharkie-ds]

🦈D: cash you know you can’t smoke in here go outside

👾Cash: oh come on, D I’m not gonna burn the house down 

🦈D: go outside, please 

[pokegalla]

Requested by @tryslogic

Brooooo a part three AND with Papyruses?! They deserve more love and I shall give it to them✨ (Warning: A little spicy up ahead!)

How Touchy Can They Be In Public With Slightly Large Chested S/o! (Pt.3 with Papyruses✨)

Stretch:

* Ah yes the lazy carrot himself. With his chill nature could he be too lazy to think lewd things?! Well of course he can- he’s the type of…..closeted pervert? Like he is not gonna outright do anything or say anything unless it’s on the down low- other than that, he might be generally too lazy to do it…..or a little shy surprisingly.

* You probably randomly find out when you wore a nice tight shirt. With a whole amount of cleavage that leaves nothing much for the imagination- and he is staring respectfully…..a lot. If you catch him, he’ll just chuckle and shrug like yeah yah got me. Though he does get a little sheepish and looks away blushing.

* In private, he’s actually quite a big snuggle bug. He don’t care if he’s the big or little spoon. Heh mainly because he could either have your tits on his back as the little spoon or tits in his hands like stress balls as the big spoon. Plus he gets cuddles and possible smooches? He’s in heaven✨

* Now does he tease you in public? Ooooh boy. He’ll tease you via puns- seriously he’ll probably make you smack him or laugh. Maybe both- “Hey babe. Am I the breast guy you ever loved?✨” “Babe please-“ “Woah Calm your tits- I just found a cup for us *Shows coffee cup with a honey bee on it* Damn sorry It’s a b-cup-“ “BABE-“

* He’s just a silly guy who loves you very much……and no he’s not going to run out of boob jokes-

Mutt:

* Now NORMALLY I ask if this AU variant is capable of being lewd. But- this guy is so GODdamn HORNY, he broke that continuity in these headcanons- don’t get me wrong! He has his cute moments. But nah we don’t need to even ASK if he does bruh-

* And I highly doubt you take him to public without wearing a baggy sweatshirt- because I know the first time you tried wearing Y’know something regular that shows your outline, he was clinging onto you. Either face nuzzling your chest, or pulling you close by your waist, your chest directly pressed against him. Hell will the sweatshirt REALLY help-?

* In private he’s more like a cute cuddly puppy, snuggling you and asking for headpats. He even whines like one and if you don’t he has the cutest puppy dog eyes. And honestly it’s quite a sweet moment. He’s also the type of guy who requires a lot of trust so to see him unwind and be this affectionate is really rewarding. Though let’s be honest he can turn this from sweet fluffy moment to having you two break the headboard after having fun in the sheets~ If you in the mood? Oh he’ll take you there-

* Teasing? Absolutely. And very blunt teasing too- like from tell you how pretty you’d look with love bites all around……to straight up GRIPPING a booba with no hesitation- mans gives no fucks- might have to drag him to somewhere private before he does something right then and there. But he’ll apologize right after! “Sorry babe….I just can’t resist you. I love you so much!” ……you can’t stay mad at him can you? 😏

* Overall he really is your cute puppy dog✨

Papyrus (The Classic✨in case there is confusion-):

* Well……I’ll be damned. He actually had me stumped- but ok ok. Can this literal ball of sunshine be anyway lewd? My answer? I’d say……surprisingly yes? But very very vanilla- like he’s a grown ass Skellie, of course he’d be attracted. But it’s so damn innocent and sweet.

* Seriously in public he can’t help but smile and compliment you because he thinks you are the most beautiful person he’s ever seen- he tries not to get easily flustered because he’s The Great Papyrus! He’s supposed to make YOU feel flattered! Though the way he stares at your booba and looks away apologizing profusely, I think you feel flattered already.

* In private, nothing is better than cuddling with your S/o after training all day. But please let him know it’s ok to lay on your chest. He always hesitates. But once he gets comfortable, he’ll be a cuddly bean, skull resting upon your booba✨ he even gets curious, wondering why they are JUST like pillows! He also gets surprisingly romantic and leaves praises and kisses all over you, saying all the bits he loves about you. If he ain’t careful, things will take a steamy turn with you two~

* A lovely cinnamon roll who is always ready to shower you in love! And we can all agree: very adorable✨

[rowanmutt-afterdark]

CRYING SOBBING SCREAMING!!!! /p

Thank you again to the wonderful @lemonyskulls for bringing the Replanting Roots crew to life for me! I commissioned them and I am IN LOVE with how much detail they put into the art. They went above and beyond my expectations. Please go and him some love and support! He deserves it with the amazing talent that he has.

Horrortale Paps- Cedar

Horrortale Sans- Hickory

Fellswap Sans- Sable

Fellswap Papyrus- Whiskey

Horrortale belongs to Sour-Apple-Studios

Fellswap Red belongs to Ziznine

Again thank you so so SO much Lemon! I am beyond happy with the results!

I will be posting the next update within a few days for Replanting Roots over on AO3.

[jjjuuh-writes]

Ao3 fanfictions

Here is a gathered list of all fanfictions with links and warnings:

No Way Out TW! Child abuse, starvation, neglect, medical procedures, violense Reader x everyone(?) - Reader falls into the world of Underfell as a child and grows up with the two brothers until a sudden force drags them into a new alternate universe.

Puppy Love TW! Kidnapping, noncon, violence, broken bones, amputation, force feeding, yandere, dehumanization Reader x Yandere!Fellswap Gold Papyrus - Reader is kidnapped by Yandere!Coffee.

Inside The Batcave TW! Anal, smut, knotting Undertale Papyrus x Underfell Papyrus (EdgePuff) - Papyrus and Edge have a movie night.

Family Day TW! Speciesism, mpreg, mafia, difficulties with pregnancy, threatening, homophobia Mafiafell Papyrus x Horrortale Papyrus - The family of three spend the day together, enjoying their time despite some unfortunate events.

The Help TW! FDIA, non-consensual drug use, medical treatments, needles, puking Underswap Papyrus x Reader - Stretch needs to feel needed.

Conversion Therapy TW! Homophobia, dubcon, smut, blowjob Underfell Papyrus x Swapfell Papyrus - Father Money fucks Edge straight.

I will edit this as I go, but this is what I have atm :3

(lots of papyly oneshots)

[marigoldsandbuttercups]

(I'm not sure if you've answered an ask similar to this previously but)

What is the FSG boys "type" when looking for an S/O? And what changes with the boys personalities whenever they start developing feelings, like going from a "friend" to a "crush" to an S/O?

(Don't think I have, friend, you're in luck!)

A friend? Oh no, that's my crush :)

Wine (FSG Sans): His ideal type is a little,,,, difficult to point out. He's never really taken the opportunity to mull over it like others do as he was always focused on his job, on his life mainly when he was in the underground. It takes him a bit to really decide what is his "type". But once he does, it's not all that surprising.

Or is it?

Wine would fancy someone who knows how to hold their own, someone who's got a little spunk and is very witty. He'd also like someone who's very sure of what they're doing and level headed, but it's not a deal-breaker for him if you're someone who's a bit more shy and mousy, he finds it all alluring once you've completely and utterly charmed him. How to do that is a whole other ball game, however.

There's a way to figure out if Wine sees you as a friend or as a "friend" is the way he talks about you to others (mostly Coffee, though, he knows ALLL the tea) so if Wine let's you hang around his younger brother without him being there, you're definitely in his good books. With his close friends, Wine likes to treat them with nice things, or would take them along with him for whatever he's got planned that day. You also will see that he's more talkative, even if he can be rather sassy sometimes.

When he's got feelings for you, man, it's like Cupid struck him hard. He'd start to call you the sweetest nicknames, and although his face doesn't reveal much, his voice sounds just a tad softer when he calls out to you, that little bit of gentleness reserved for you and only you. He'd be more inclined to give you gifts that you can actually use or store away as he hopes you will always remember him when you look at it.

Coffee (FSG Papyrus): Doesn't have much of a type, honestly. If you asked him, he'd probably list out the most basic things in people (Nice, sweet, etc, etc). It's not that he doesn't care or doesn't find anyone attractive. Rather, his priority is never love or being in a relationship but it's not hard to have him fall for you, quality time is the way to go with him, honestly.

He doesn't change all that much when he's around a friend, perhaps a bit more relaxed rather than his usual, closed off self. But give him a bit of time (and the right topic) and you'll see that shell of his start to break and go on long spiels of what type of music he likes and the process of creating music and the tools in excruciating detail. You also will notice that he likes to send you random pictures throughout the day or message you at the quiet hours of the night.

And if you listen closely enough, maybe, you can even hear him laugh at the horrid pun you just made.

If he's got feelings for you, the first thing you'll notice just how quick he is to tense up around you. It's like you're sent back to square one, really. Perhaps it's not all that bad when you begin to spot little letters left for you, and it starts out fairly innocent, mundane compliments that soon get a little more braver and more specific, stuff like how much he likes being around you, or how you have a really nice laugh, it makes him feel.. Good to hear it.

He's not the most obvious but he certainly tries as he does value the friendship you guys have and the main thing is that it's because of you, as long you're around, that's what makes him happy.

[pleasestayawayidonotlikeyou]

Heyyya there! Hope ur doing well. Can i have a request for Rus with a reader in a first time meeting each other. Can be platonic or romantic. (coz i rlly like him and feel like he's underrated.) Thanks much:)

Hi hi traveler! Yeah I'm doing pretty fine, I chose romantic because I'm Rus #2 biggest simp- Also, my Rus isn't the shy fellswap papyrus, Mutt is, so if you meant Mutt I'll gladly make another one of these but with him ;)

Featuring: Rus

Masterlist

"GO KIM, SLAP THAT GOD DAMN BITCH!!"

You laugh as Rasp yells at the TV, pointing at the protagonist and doing gestures with his hands. You decided to show up to your friend, Rasp's house when he was watching K-drama, you didn't know how but you ended up watching it with him while drinking tea. It was rare the times he had a day off, and it was even rarer when you both hung out at his house.

He'd always make up an excuse, "MY HOUSE IS TOO MESSY" he hated messy places, "MY CAT RAN OFF" he didn't even have a cat - he could go on and on with it.

Yet here you are, in his house, sitting at his couch and drinking his tea.

"Rasp, yelling at the Tv won't make much difference-"

"...I AM AWARE OF IT."

You hold your stomach while laughing, taking deep breaths as you calm yourself down, smiling and grabbing your cup of tea, slowly taking a sip as Rasp's hand grabs the remote and puts the show on pause.

"HOLD ON, THE RESTROOM AWAITS ME."

And with that he walks off, leaving you alone in the living room. Your hands slip to your pocket to grab your phone and start scrolling through a random app.

You hear footsteps and assume they are from Rasp, so you simply wait for him to join you on the couch.

But he doesn't.

You turn your head around, just to see another skeleton standing behind you, wearing a black jacket with yellow fur and a red sweater, he's just there, looking at you. And you're looking back.

"Heh... Don'tcha know it's rude to stare pal'?"

You feel your face heat up in embarrassment as messy words start coming out of your mouth trying to form a sentence.

"RUS, WHAT ARE YOU DOING? YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE WORKING, NOT FLIRTING WITH MY COMPANION!"

"Sorry bro, you can't blame lil old me, with this beauty on my sign it's difficult to control myself~"

His bony hand runs down your hair, wrapping a stand around his finger while he grins, his sharp fangs showing, creeping you out.

"STOP FLIRTING!!!! AND GET OUT WE'RE IN THE MIDDLE OF SOMETHING RIGHT NOW!!"

"If ya say so bro. Tell me something, sweet pea, what's cha name huh?"

He rests his arm on the couch towering you.

"Uhh... It's (_____)".

"ENOUGH, GET OUT!!"

Rasp drags the other skeleton, now known as Rus, out of the living room while giving him a speech. It doesn't take long for him to come back.

"I APOLOGIZE FOR MY IDIOTIC BROTHER, SHALL WE CONTINUE FROM WHERE WE STOPED?"

"Yup"

You may want to see him again.

[byuteablanc]

One Human and a Whole Lotta Bones! | Skeleharem x Gender Neutral Reader

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I hope you enjoy this! If you need to find the beginning or any chapter, refer to the links at the bottom of the post!

And if you prefer to read on AO3, click on this!

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Chapter Two: Hand Soap

Your hands were covered in coffee grounds. Of course Sans just “had to go to work” and he “was almost late” and couldn’t spare a single minute to clean up after he knocked over the container of specialty South American coffee grounds.

You made a mental note to get him back later, maybe put the coffee grounds in his slippers? Maybe in his bed? Maybe in his skull while he was sleeping? Decisions, decisions…

As you fantasized your revenge, your hands were busy with cleaning the mess. To even more detriment, these skeletons did not own not one broom in their whole house. And when you asked Sans where the broom was so that you could sweep, he asked “what’s a broom?”. So you had to get on your knees and scoop of the small mountain of coffee grounds. You didn’t know how these skeletons survived.

Your hands, now considerably dirty, needed to be cleaned. You got up and turned to the kitchen sink to clean them, only to find the soap diluted with water. You sighed, trying to make the best of it, but it was so diluted that the coffee just got watery and combined when you tried to wash it off.

Now frustrated, you decided to walk past the foyer and up the stairs to the nearest bathroom. This bathroom was shared by Edge, Stretch, and Blue, it also had diluted soap. You would think that Edge in particular would have better standards of soap to wash his hands with.

Continuing to the next bathroom, which was shared by you, Cinnabar, and Russ. There was a similar issue. You remembered that the soap was a little low this morning, Russ and Cinnabar were going to answer for their crimes as soon as they came home.

Traversing the hallway to the third-nearest bathroom which was Sans’, you would’ve usually been hesitant to enter someone’s room without their permission, but right now you were so frustrated and coffee-handed that you could care less. Despite your frustration, the same problem occurred in Sans’ bathroom. “This is ridiculous…” you muttered to yourself.

It wasn’t your first time encountering this issue. But when you’d walk about the house to another bathroom, at least the second one you went to had pure, non-ninety-percent-water hand soap.

Your last hope was Papyrus and the basement, and you had hoped with all your little human soul that Papyrus would be your salvation. That Papyrus would be the one to save you from this coffee-grounds-on-hands nightmare. You reached his bathroom and the same lack of real soap was found.

You were considering up wiping your hands on Sans’ bed sheets.

With just a sliver of PATIENCE left in you, you decided to go all the way down the stairs to the basement bathroom. You found the same problem.

You took a deep inhale, decidedly fed up with this whole ordeal.

“mornin’, sweetheart”

“Red, get your coat. We’re going to the store to buy hand soap,” you thought for a moment, “also a broom.”

“what the hell is a broom?”

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Coffee grounds still on your hands, you were on a mission. Eyes narrowed, hands on the wheel, you took Red in your car and to the store. Red thought the whole situation was hilarious and started laughing as soon as you told him, and continued to laugh until now.

“oh! oh it hurts! hahahah!” He had your passenger seat laid back to accommodate for him. You silently noted just how large he was, which wasn’t a bad thing, just interesting. You didn’t know how a skeleton could be “large”.

“I’m glad someone is getting a kick out of this.” You remarked, rolling your eyes.

“hey doll, at least you have free car freshener after this!” he laughed, holding a hand to his would-be-stomach in pain.

“Maybe you should get car freshener? Yours always smells like mustard.” you shivered in the memory. You and Red arrived home at the same time one evening and when he opened his door to speak to you, you got punched in the face with the smell of the mentioned tangy yellow paste. It was so potent that it threw you back a little like how a small tidal wave would.

“i would want nothin’ better than to be surrounded by golden delicious,” he recalled fondly, getting a dreamy look to him. This seemed to knock him out of his laughing spell however, which you were grateful for.

Face contorting into a look of disgust, “You have odd tastes.”

“don’t knock it tell ya’ try it, doll. you might just find yourself in love.”

“Over my dead body.”

“don’ threaten me with a good time.”

You shot him a look of surprise mixed with excuse-me-what-the-fuck-did-you-just-say. Acutely noticing your rage, his lackadaisical smile turned nervous. “s-sorry sweetheart! i didn’ mean it! h-honest!” he had his hands up in defense.

Satisfied with his apology, you turned your attention back to the road. After this, a somewhat thick tension began to settle between the two of you. You ignored it, not caring about the lack of talking. It allowed you to focus on the road better anyways.

“soooo, what’s school like?” he muttered, trying to ease the tension.

“Tiring at times, but otherwise it’s educational I guess? It’s just learning so that I have better opportunities, not much to it.” You shrugged, getting closer and closer to your destination.

From your peripheral vision, it looked like he furrowed his brows. “well, ain’t it fun at least? i would think school was interactive and entertainin’, what otha’ way would there be ta’ learn?”

Did he not experience school before? “Much of the opposite, especially in graduate school. Maybe it’s fun in elementary, but after that stage, learning becomes more and more tedious.”

You took a glance to his face, he was frowning, usual smile now crooked. “that sounds awful…”

You shrugged. “It is what it is. I mean, have you ever experienced school before?”

“no”

Your eyes widened in surprise, turning to him just slightly. “So you don’t have an education? Like not even kindergarten?”

“first of all, i do “have an education”. like i know pemdas and how to read and whatnot. second of all, what the hell is “kindergarten”?” he stated sassily, enunciating the “r” in kindergarten for emphasis. He might’ve even sounded a little offended.

“Kindergarten is the first stage of systematic schooling young kids go through, well that’s if you don’t count preschool. Did monsters not have a school system for their society?” you raised a brow. Your knowledge on the underground was incredibly sparse, forged on small snippets on what Cinnabar already told you that you just happened to remember. You usually didn’t like to ask about it, because the underground seemed to be not so great for any of your roommates to discuss openly.

“well, uh, we didn’… i mean we… everything that we uhh…” his eyelights got darker and darker.

Well now you felt bad.

“Sorry for asking, just disregard what I said.” You waved to him, attempting to soothe the tension and absolve your guilt.

Here comes that familiar tension. You exhaled in result. You noticed that with Fell and Edge in particular, that whenever the Underground came up they quickly became tense. You were somewhat concerned, always wanting to ask what was wrong. But since you weren’t close, you always defaulted to an apology and running away to leave them alone. Only now, you were stuck right in this small confined metal space on wheels.

“It would seem like we’re here!” You said quickly, thanking the universe that you had something to say. Your announcement also knocked Fell out of his trance and within a blink of an eye, his light returned to his eyes.

“now i’ll finally see what a broom is,” he chuckled, acting as if he wasn’t just a little rattled.

“You’re probably going to be disappointed in the results honestly. It’s not too interesting.”

“oh doll, any dumb human shit is interesting to me.”

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“you were right this is borin’.”

You stood before the mighty cyan broom with white bristles, hung up against the white peg board. You were in the housekeeping section of the store. You had now wished you double checked what these skeletons also didn’t have before you came here.

You chuckled. “I told you so.”

“i mean, humans got to live on the surface for years and some loser created somethin’ that’s only used to sweep stuff up? you all couldn’t think of anythin’ else?” He asked, disappointed.

You shrugged for like the third time today. “Humans are practical, not at all fun like you guys.”

“well that’s fa true!”

You slowly furrowed your brows, turning before him. “‘well that’s for true’?” You repeated back to him, amused.

Red seemed confused. “yea, what about it?”

“And you say you have an education.”

Now it was his turn to give you a glare.

“Sorry! I didn’t mean it!”

He sighed, taking the broom from where it was hanging. “What’s next on our list, scholar?”

Jeez this not being educated thing really seemed to strike a chord. “We need hand soap as you might recall.” You showed your hands for emphasis, which were still covered in coffee grounds.

“heheheheh yeah.” he giggled.

You continued on your journey to obtain the gilded hand soap, Red in tow, definitely debating whether or not to poke you with the head of the broom.

You looked all around the store to any section otherwise applicable to where hand soap might be and you couldn’t find any. This was your worst nightmare. Red seemed to enjoy your misery, but was not happy with all the walking you two were doing all over the store.

You ended up approaching an employee about it. They were a small monster that looked like cat or a dog, either was fair game honestly. They had white fur, and were wearing a yellow and light blue striped shirt with a little green vest that has their name tag. ‘*Temmie*,’ you read, ‘*Interesting name*.’

“Hello, Temmie is it? Where might the hand soap be?”

“Hoi! I am TEMMIE! I wok heRe! yayA!”

You heard Red snickering behind you, more at your situation than the store employee.

“Wonderful, but do you know where the hand soap is?” You asked again, trying to be polite.

“buy temmie flakes! me went to cooleg for sails!”

You frowned just a smidge. Red was shaking with how much he was containing his laughter.

“Hey, Mx. ! I can help you!” Said a voice.

Finally someone helpful!

You turned behind you to see another little dog or cat creature thing. Their green vest read “Bob”.

“Sorry about my colleague, you were requesting hand soap correct?” You nodded. “I see you’re in the home goods section. Did you look in the sanitization section?” You nodded again. “The kids section?” You nodded again. “Even the utilities section?” You felt like your head might pop off with how much you were nodding.

“Oh great Asgore! I‘ll look in the back and see if we have any.” Bob said, quickly turning a corner to go look.

Red was smiling. “the day can’t get easier for you huh, doll?” You simply sighed in reply, hunching over in hopefully-short-lived defeat. “you sure have a latte on your plate.”

You giggled a little at that. This situation was too stupid not to. Red seemed to beam at this a little, becoming considerably more perky in demeanor. “i mean, if i was in your situation, i would’ve bean home and given up by now.”

Your giggling turned to chuckles. He continued gleefully. “i would be a little depresso if i was you right now.”

You began to laugh out loud, surprising Red and making him laugh too. You could see through squinted eyes a small dusty red blush form on his cheeks.

After a moment of laughing, your energy died down. You looked at him, giving him eye contact. “Thank you Red, I appreciated that.”

His face suddenly bursted with red, but then quickly faded as he looked away from you. “n-no problem, sweetheart! anytime! if you ever need a couple of laughs, i’m the funniest monster around.”

You looked at him with mock skepticism. “Now don’t sell yourself too long, Red.”

He began to wear an expression of mock offense. “what? i make ya feel better and that’s how ya do me? you might as well rip my SOUL to pieces, doll.”

You giggled at his silliness, putting a hand up to your mouth. You then heard foot steps coming your way, it was Bob!

“Sorry, but we don’t have any hand soap in the back. And I made sure I looked, we are out out.”

You sighed, shoulders falling. “I appreciate you looking, thank you for helping me.”

Admitting defeat, you take Red to the self checking aisle to purchase your broom.

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Now back home, hands stiffened by dried sticky coffee grounds, you sat in the den. Red went somewhere, probably to his room. You were alone.

Until Cinnabar came in and saw you.

“You’re home early.” You remarked.

“And You Have Coffee Grounds On Your Hands… Why?” He replied, raising a brow.

You sighed, being reminded of your predicament. “The house doesn’t have any hand soap for me to use to wash it off, and when I went to go buy some with Red, the store had run out.”

“Ahhh…” He hummed in response, brows furrowed for just a moment in something other than thought. “Did You Look In Our Supply Closet?”

You didn’t know they had one of those. “You guys have a supply closet?”

He playfully rolled his eyes, putting a hand on his hip. “C’mon Y/n, We’re Not Savages!”

Well until today, two of them had no idea what a broom was so you wouldn't put savage past them.

Decidedly leaving that detail out, you raise your eyebrow in skepticism. Cinnabar sighs and softly grabs your wrist, deliberately avoiding your hands, taking you to the supply closet close to the kitchen.

You could cry right then and there. There was hand soap! Finally you could wash your crusty hands and finally go back to your soft, supple skin! “Thank you so much Cinnabar!” You take a bottle of soap and run to the kitchen sink.

“No Problem Dearest!” He yells to you as you ran, giggling at your enthusiasm.

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[skeletonlvr22]

sweet heat lightning falls - Chapter 11 - Something Good

When Coffee was small, still in stripes with his thumb in his mouth, he would get the overwhelming urge to run away. He can't recall why, really. Despite knowing the rules that his mother had given him, one day, he ran. His brother ended up finding him an hour later, sobbing silently as he wandered, lost, in the snowy woods surrounding Snowdin. Wine, barely a teenager at the time, had dragged him back home.

The feeling never dissipated, though. If anything, it worsened. And growing up underground, there isn't really anywhere to run, anyway.

On the day of his mother's remembrance ceremony, when he was 10, the itch got worse. Yet, he didn't run and let it simmer as he stood, empty, next to his brother, staring down at the urn.

Over the next few hundred years, as Coffee grew older, the itch never went away. When the resets started, the itch got unbearable. Yet, with nowhere to run, stuck in that damned cave, he remained.

Then, he and his brother were sucked into a different universe. A kinder universe. One where Wine wasn't Captain, Coffee wasn't a soldier, and the sun was in the sky. And with the sun hung freely in the sky, Coffee suddenly had everywhere to run.

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Or: Coffee acquires a bus, a brochure, and a reason to leave Ebott so, naturally, he does. Maybe he'll find something more beyond cavern walls, universal mishaps, and his brother's suffocating reach.

[sharkie-ds]

👾 in six skeletons and one maid there was this one chapter where the maid got kidnapped by the swap, fell Bros so I just depicted hers and cash relationship👾

[stickycave]

Earn It

Summary: Your little pet wakes up with withdrawals and begs for another hit.

Pairing: Swapfell Purple Papyrus/Reader

CW: Drugs, Master/Pet, Addiction

Head swimming, that same old constriction of his soul that makes his bones ache and magic waver. Dust of his bones falls off him in a sparkling cloud. A groan of pain slugs out this jaw. Withdrawals.

Well, he knows the cure for that. Papyrus crawls out of his nest made up of your thrown away clothes and tossed away rags that you allowed him to keep. Crawling on hands and knees, nails dragging across the floor as he lifts his limbs only enough to press on-wards, he finds you sitting in the living room, looking over some papers, ever the professional with a leg crossed over your knee as you study the contents.

The jingling of his collar and the light scratching of nails on wood alerts you to his presence.

“Pet, what are you doing up? I didn't call you.”

He whines, lowering his head in submission at your scolding tone. A few steps closer, he chances resting his skull on the cushion next to you, leaning his cheek bone against your thigh.

“Oh? Is Pappy begging?” You smirk at the amusing sight. A lanky skeleton, on his hands and knees, stripped to the bone with only your collar around his throat, begging like a dog. You're sure to keep the scolding glare in your eyes though. As amusing as it is, he should be better trained by now.

He nuzzles further into your thigh.

“I– I need ano–” your hand shoots forward, clamping around his teeth in a hard grip, your lips pulled up in a sneer.

“Pets. Don't. Talk.” He whimpers, bone shifting to squeeze his sockets shut. As he cowers, you can see it’s true though. He's breaking out in sweats, purple magic dripping to the floor and dust creating a faint hazy halo around him. “Oh, poor thing,” the concern isn’t entirely an act.

You press a kiss to the crown of his skull, he whines, relaxing. His eyes plead for another hit.

Smirking, a finger hooks under his collar, a jerk of the leather tipping his head up.

“You know how the world works. Nothing comes for free. So how are you going to pay me for an extra hit outside of your scheduled feedings? Any ideas, little Paps?”

His body shivers at the suspension, the promise of another hit. He nods his head and knowing to never use his hands, bumps his head against your knees.

“Oh? Yes, I suppose that would be a fine payment. Not like something like you has anything else to offer,” you uncross your knees and kick off your bottoms, spreading your legs wide, “get to work then. And as an added bonus, every time you make me come, I'll add another gram to your bowl.”

[ivyprism]

Congrats, @kiok0r0! (Hound x Reader)

Warning: Pure fluff!

You're a little giddy as you make your approach to the house. Something finally happened to you that made you smile wide. You were quite excited to tell Hound. You enter the house with a huge smile, smelling something from the kitchen. You hurry to meet Hound, who is wearing an apron and cooking for you. He hears you and smiles.

"Welcome home, sweetheart! You said you had good news a bit earlier, so I decided to make something a bit for you. For this special occasion." Hound grins broadly at you as you approach, and he kisses you before returning to cooking. "Sit down and relax a little, sweetheart; I'll be there soon. I want you to have something to eat right away." He says as you nod and anxiously proceed to sit down. You can see he arranged the table nicely. It looked like he was preparing for an unplanned date, which made you happy.

You finally received two job offers and put in your two weeks. You know he'd be delighted to hear that. You hear him plate the food, and he approaches you. He gets something and starts playing lovely music. He smiles as he places the plate in front of you. He kisses you on the cheek.

"Bone appetit, sweetheart~." Hound chuckles as he sits across from you. He leans on his hands and smiles broadly at you. "So what's this good news you were so excited to tell me?" Hound had the kindest eyes and the tenderest of grins, and you broke into a great smile.

You tell him what occurred, and his eyes light up a little more than before as he grabs you, hugs you, and spins you right away after sitting down. He laughs and kisses you all over the face, making you giggle slightly.

"Congratulations, sweetheart! I am so proud of you!" Hound grins as he kisses you and hugs you close. He puts more kisses all over your face as he holds you extra close. He softly chuckles. "Sorry, honey. I got a little excited. Let us get back to our date." Hound smiles as he sets you down and returns to his side of the table, while you sit across from him. You two begin to talk about your respective days as you both eat.

You smile a little more as you two finish dinner, and he casually pushes the table over and pulls you into a ridiculous little waltz dance so he can dip and kiss you. The dance was fluid, cheerful, and full of energy. He did, in fact, dip you and kiss you repeatedly. But then you two ended up cuddling on the couch while he switched on a new movie that you both wanted to see. He hugs you close to his waist and places his chin on your head as you sink onto his lap. He drapes a blanket around the two of you, kissing your cheek while you watch the movie.

You cuddle closer as you understand there will be more to come for the rest of the day, thanks to all the excitement you create as he holds you near.

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[undertale-writing-times]

🌷 with Mutt because I love them~ :3

Sure! Here you go. It's been a while since I wrote for Mutt, so this was fun.

Your parents used to be scared. When the big bunch of flowers appeared on the back of your head and never disappeared, but you weren’t. As long as they were there, that meant that your soulmate wasn’t dead! At least, that’s what you kept telling yourself. You didn’t want to think about the fact that your soulmate was hurting so badly that the flowers never disappeared. Why would they never disappear? They were supposed to disappear when your soulmate's wound healed! That’s the rule! So did that mean that your soulmate never healed? What did that mean?

As the months passed and the flowers never disappeared, you slowly stopped thinking about them. They were there, and as long as they were there, your soulmate wasn’t dead! That was a good thing, at least. You looked it up and found out that the flowers on the back of your head were orange begonias. They used to mean warnings against greed and avarice, but now they mean gratitude and generosity… what a difference! Am I right?

You met your soulmate when you ‘saved’ them from something. You weren’t really sure if that’s how you would say it, but that’s how they would say it. You see, it was a really stormy and rainy day. Thunder was booming, and lightning was streaking against the sky like the claws of an angry beast trying to claw their way out of the heavens. Rain was falling hard too. The only reason that you were out and about was because it started while you were in the park.

As you were running home with an umbrella above your head, you heard what sounded like whimpering coming from an alleyway. You had to pause, turn your head, and frown. What in the world? You pause, thinking for a few moments, then you sigh and step into the alleyway. You see a monster crouched with their arms above their head, trying to block the rain from falling on them, but each time there was thunder or lightning, you saw them jolt. Their tail was whipping back and forth quickly.

Oh, hey, they were a skeleton monster! You’ve only seen, like… two of them. This was one of the two; normally the skeletons were almost always together, so what was this one doing alone? You bite the inside of your cheek and slowly step closer, standing above them so the rain wouldn’t hit either of you. “Hey,” you started, “are you okay? It’s raining pretty hard.”

Their hoodie was soaked, sticking to them, and it made them look pretty small, even if you were pretty sure that they were pretty tall. They were like… 6’5 or something, right? You had no idea; you just knew that they were tall compared to their brother! It was sort of weird seeing them wearing a collar and leash, but you heard from your friend that it was because Mutt—was that their name?—would often wander away and get lost.

They look up at you and blink, turning their head to the side. They had slight glowing tears in their eye sockets, then they smiled and rubbed their eyes with their sleeve, which was still wet. “It happened out of nowhere…” you bite the inside of your cheek and hold out your hand, saying, “Yeah, I know. Hey, why don’t I help you get home? Is it far from here?”

They shake their head and take your hand, slowly standing up from where they had been crouching. They didn’t stand at their full height, messing with their sleeves, and responded, “Not that far.” After saying that, they started to walk, and you followed after. You had to hold their hand when the thunder kept going, as it freaked them out. You thought that they were pretty cute! Friendly and they made a lot of jokes. They told you that their name was, in fact, Mutt, and you told them that your name was Y/n.

They asked you about the flowers that were on the back of your head, and you told them, “I’m not really sure; I think that my soulmate is having some issues… but I’m glad to know that they’re still alive.” That appears to have piqued their interest, but they simply nodded and moved on. 

It took a bit of time—more than you were expecting—but finally you guys got to where they lived! They knocked on the door, and it opened to show a much smaller skeleton, "Mutt! I've told you so many times not to sneak away. What is wrong with you?" He said and pulled them down to look them over, "you're soaked…" he grumbles, but Mutt's tail starts to wag, and they whisper something to him, which makes him look at you. "You helped my idiot of a sibling?"

"Yeah, I didn't want to just leave them there." You say it with a shrug of your shoulders. You didn't think it was that big of a deal. Yeah, some humans still didn't like monsters, but you didn't mind them too much.

Mutt stands up and goes into the house, then looks at you. "You should join us for dinner?" They suggested, and Lord nodded, "I agree," he added. "I have a feeling my sibling is right about something."

It took some talking, but you finally agreed, and while you guys were eating, Mutt brought up the fact they thought they might be your soulmate… they told you that they had some, uh, accident a while ago and it never really healed… and it was on the back of their skull. 

You helped 'save' your soulmate without even meaning to! You couldn't help but find it a little funny.

[umeboshi--bones]

Don't imagine Cross or Fellswap Papyrus with a blind S/O?

(I have never written for anyone with a visual impairment, I dont mean to offend anyone! Also! Thank you vixen for kick starting my brain!)

(Fellswap for this one)

Don't imagine the gentlest touch to rouse you in the morning, while the sun warms your cheeks. 'hey…g'morning snippet.' You don't need to see his smile, it's like his voice smiles along with his face. You tell him this and he laughs under his breath

Don't imagine turning over to face him, finding and tangling the strings of his hoodie between your fingers, your brow crinkles a little. 'what's up, pup?' You don't remember what you were supposed to do that day and were worried that it was something really important. 

Don't imagine the short gasp that leaves him. But it IS important. It's your birthday! You have so much to do! You shoot up in bed with a cry of delight, he lurches forward to steady you when you rock forward a little too hard, laughing. 

Don't imagine after showering and dressing, he catches you around the waist, warning you first with a short, low whistle. He finds your shoes and offers to help, if you want. You shake your head. Maybe not this time. He takes up your hand in his and forms 🤟 with you. With the other hand you pap lightly around his temple then, you squint and lean forward to peck a kiss off center on his forehead. 

Don't imagine walking out the door only to find the weather slipped on past you; it was pouring. Don't imagine that he doesn't even falter in step, grabbing his keys and leading you to the car.

Don't imagine going to that restaurant you love so much, the smells and sounds of it familiar and welcome. Don't imagine him describing what the desserts are, being unable to choose and with a shrug he flags the waiter. 'screw it. bring 'em all.'

Don't imagine he leans in a few times to describe some of the instances of people watching he does. How someone looks very very pressed about something. 'ah, yep. it's a mistress.' Don't imagine nearly choking on raspberry mousse at the sheer casualness of his words. There's a lot of dessert left, so you take it home.

Oh, and don't imagine turning towards him in the car on the way home, to ask what the weather ruined for your birthday plans. 'nah, im still gonna do 'em. so no telling.' You huff at him, crossing your arms in mostly mock upset. He smirks, finding that while he was glad you didn't catch his cheek, he really wishes you did.

[pleasestayawayidonotlikeyou]

Would them survive No-Nut November?

Featuring: The Main Skelies.

Masterlist

Would complete the challenge without difficulties: Papyrus, Wine, Coffee.

Has a 50% chance on completing the challenge: Mutt, Sans, Honey, Cash.

Tries to complete the challenge, fails on the end of the month: Rasp, Mal, Edge

Tries to complete the challenge, fails on the first day: Berry, Sky.

Doesn't even try, knows they will fail: Rus, Red.

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Random silly thing I wanted to do >:b