#if sans classic trusted the reader

[skeletonh0e]

The boys in heat

Extremely self indulgent UT Sans x Reader, US x Reader, UF Sans x Reader, HT Sans x Reader, and UL Sans x Reader. Talks of impregnation, breeding and a lot of overstimulating. AFAB Anatomy but pronouns are gender neutral. NSFW obvs

No trigger warnings I think? Some minor blood & cnc play with Horror Sans + cum inflation with Underlust Sans but that's it

🔞 Minors DNI

Classic Sans :

Awkward is the best term to describe him during this time, Sans does not like being out of control of his body in any form and his heat especially as it progresses is gonna be an experience to say it lightly

Generally hard to be easy and laid back when your body is not uh....not that

He deliberately does not tell you about it, avoids sex like the plague, and is just generally acting weird, until you either put the pieces together or he genuinely thinks he might pounce on you at any moment

He personally admits he normally rides these out alone and doesn't know how he'll act around a partner

Now that you're here though, things are different

A brief chat mainly to ease him into it as you genuinely trust Sans regardless of what pheromones are doing to him

Once things get started well? It is a lot

Sans had previously been attentive during sex don't get me wrong, however he just kind of treats it like anything else he does. Chill and laid back.

During his heat? He's clingy, impatient and needy, going for several rounds at a time, begging to pump you full of his cum, groping at anything and everything.

Naturally rougher as a result, though it's less intentional and more out of sheer desperation because even without extreme horny brain you turn him on so fucking much

"sorry baby i can't help it-" being said as he fucks you through your fifth orgasm of the day, he's cum inside you many times at this rate but his body screams for more and for more of you specifically

When he does tire himself out or manage to calm his urges enough to think properly he does help clean up, order take out and cuddle. The occasional pun here or there, "i'd make a dick joke but that'd come across as cocky wouldn't it"

But per usual cool down periods do not last for that long, you have woken up before with him grinding against you nearly whimpering as he needs another round

Never been extremely heavy on dirty talk, but he's a lot more quiet during his heat cycle outside of grunts and moans. When he does speak it's normally making sure you're okay, praising you, telling you he's close.

Occasionally he'll mumble things to himself likely things he didn't mean to say outloud, stuff like how good you're gonna look knocked up, how much he wants to fill you right now, and that he wants to breed you so fucking bad

Kinda...protective in a way he just isn't, even when he isn't balls deep inside you. Hovering over you, attending to your needs outside of the bed room attentively, and on the off chance you need to speak with someone else. He is there, as if waiting for the moment he's needed to intervene.

Definitely some nesting behavior, that's pretty endearing.

Underswap Sans :

Does tell you about it beforehand, blunders a bit, sort flustered, but he wants a gameplan before anything else and he did not want to risk scaring you off.

You get the whole run down, how long the cycle lasts, what to expect, the likely good if a kid happening, etc, etc.

You start out very informed and you do prep for it accordingly, though Sans did insist that you could just sit this out as he is aware he becomes a lot during this period

And boy howdy was he not fucking joking

This man has some serious energy, combine that with his over energetic nature in general and his need to please you feel like you're basically rendered into his personal fleshlight as he pounds into you over and over

Anytime he cums, he simply just doesn't stop. Still hard and thrusting into you like jack hammer, as if the previous orgasm was just a little hiccup.

Don't worry he's just as eager to please you as he is himself

Sans has always been a bit of a worshipper in the bedroom regardless of who's on top (you two switch it up quite a bit), he really gets off on just knowing he's making you feel good and likes to praise you cuz he looooooves you

He's sickeningly sweet sometimes and on his heat

Every orgasm you have is getting milked outta you

He'll happily play with with clit and tits while pounding into you, man handling your form in passionate manner. Anything to make you moan louder and cum on his cock again

Very chatty too, not that he was ever quite but it's full force here. On and on about how pretty you look stuffed with his cum, how you're so tight, how he wants to never stop and how he's going to keep making you feel so good

Due to his high stamina cool down periods almost like never happen, he will still stop and tend to your needs when you're hungry or tired but he has a raging hard on the entire time.

You work on a compromise of him jerking off and cuming on your nude form either when asleep or utterly wrecked with your over flown pussy needs a break

Which while at first he doesn't seem that thrilled about the idea, changes his mind as he really likes the idea of you being covered and marked in his scent.

It's less out of jealousy and more out of pride to mark you a deliciously nude way

Underfell Sans :

Would have told you about his heat....if he remembered

You're both kinds thrown for a loop by it, you more than him honestly. But thankfully you at least knew monsters did have heat cycles so it wasn't as out of nowhere as it could be

Though at first it did just seem like just Sans but hornier

Sans seems to have two main moods that be flip flops in-between, VERY aggressive in which he fucks you with malicious almost violent intent telling you that he owns your pussy, that you're his little fuck doll and he's going make sure everyone knows it

And a big massive softie that's extremely sweet and lovey dovey to you. Something that was normally only happened in very small doses or when he's utterly shit faced

It's not just praise but adoring you, talking about how much he loves, you that he's lucky to have you, how he just knows you're going to make a great parent

The whiplash is real, especially since sometimes he'll change his tone half way through fucking you. It's never entirely clear what sets either side off, other than occasionally his sweet side normally happens once he's cum once or twice

Very...possessive during it all, constantly rambling about how you belong to him and he'll kill anyone that even thinks about doing this to you

You don't know how much he'll actually act on that threat, but it's probably a good thing that neither of you are able to get out much.

But frankly while he's like this he would be willingly to fuck you someplace public tbh

So. Many. Fucking. Hickeys. You're covered in them by the time it's all over.

Cool down periods he does his best for after care, but like....he's very quiet. Almost like he feels guilty, especially at the sight of all the bruises you have. Which you will have to reassure him that he didn't cross any lines and that you liked it

"you're really some kind of freak ain't cha?"

"Your freak."

Horrortale Sans ;

Primal and animalistic are the best terms to describe him while he's like this.

Before the famine heats were no big deal, now however the term "wanting to fuck like animals" has never been more accurate

Sans never told you he got them, but you learned about them via other monsters so you were prepared on some level and even a little intrigued

Once a monster sets his sight on a mate, they'll frequently hunt them or fight off any other possible suitors. And given how you and Sans like to play Prey and Hunter, this allows you take things up a notch

The moment you know he's gone into heat, you run, you hide and he comes after you. It's a hell of a thrill, especially since you know it guarantee a better pounding once he finally gets you

You shifting around in the forest, sneaking around before you hear a husky voice call out "i know you're here sweetheart-"

You attempt to book it the other direction but the only thing you can comprend is a simple phrase before you're pinned to the ground

"gotcha."

The way you're fucked is brutal, he's never been gentle really but this is something else. Your entire body quakes with his thrusts, you're screaming as his cock is jammed against your g-shot and nearly rendered to tears from it all

He bites too, not just bruising you but definitely drawing blood then lapping it up with the same feral hunger that he fucks you with

Not very talkative, mostly just growls and groans. Only occasionally barking out "mine" or a "you're not going anywhere sweetheart" if you attempt to squirm away from him

Not that you really want him to stop but the struggle turns both of you on, he likes working for it and you like driving him up the wall to be honest

You're brutally fucked outside, clothes ripped off you, covered in bloody bite marks, pussy full of his cum, on the verge of passing out until he seems to either we decide to let up or is tired himself. He'll drape his coat around your naked form then carry you back to his place

If anyone attempts to stop him they're killed on sight, this is his mate and no one gets to touch them during this time.

When you wake up there'll simply be a low growl of "told ya you weren't going anywhere" before the cycle continues.

He does halt to care for you, you're his mate after all, but again weirdly silent throughout most of it.

It'll be a while until he's more chatty again, it's best to reassure him you were into his somehow more violent and extreme side of him.

Underlust Sans ;

Literally just his entire personality dialed to his natural extreme

Also doesn't think to tell you simply because he forgets it's not a common thing and to be fair it takes you while to notice

It's not until you're ten round today that you ask if something it up as while yeah he's got serious stamina and loves to fuck normally his dick would be a little soft by now

"Babe please tell me you didn't take some monster viagra-"

It makes him laugh before he breaks it down for you but also assures you there's no shame in tapping out and that monsters down here have ways to handle this without a partner

You take it as a challenge especially as he tells you it's not a challenge

It's one you enjoy though

The shift is his personality are far more subtle, rougher, a bit more dominant, and extremely fixated on pumping you full of cum. Like extremely fixated on it.

And whether it's the heat or some other factor you're not accounting for he cums a lot more than usual. Sometimes you'll just pinned down feeling his cock gush waves of his seed for several minutes as it fills you up.

He praises you through it all, telling you how good you are for him, how you take it all so well, and reassures you when it's almost done.

Your stomach looks more than a little bloated with it glowing with all the magic he just pumped into you and he definitely has a toy blog that helps you keep all of it in there

When you need a break from getting your pussy filled, anal play and oral keep you mouth entertained. You try swallowing his massive load but you end up having plenty spill out then the rest paint your body

And Sans looks super smug after wards the entire time

Definitely likes to tease you when he can, "bet you've never been fucked this good before huh?" said playing with your overstimulated clit while your whole is still plugged with a belly full of HIS cum

Having the most control over himself and already being a king of after care you're pretty much set when you do need a break for real

But you can't help being cheeky when you two are cuddling then you feel his erection rising up again

"You having fun?"

"i dunno it's a little hard."

[uki01]

Could I ask for an undertale fic?

It’s…..it’s been hard lately and I don’t want to really talk, the only thing I’ve wanted was to just..lay down and cuddle, could I get sans (classic, red and horror) with reader who just, needs a good cuddle? Not to talk just to be held, a few tears are shed but I feel like a good cuddle and couch nap is something theses guys can help with

”Actions speak louder than Words.”

UnderTale!sans, UnderFell!sans and HorrorTale!sans x Reader

Author’s Note: Hope you’re doing well! Make sure you take care yourself, stay hydrated, eat healthy, get enough sleep and talk to someone you trust to share your problems with! Hope this helps you!

UnderTale!sans

sans was just relaxing in the couch, doing nothing at all, being lazy.

Expected.

Until you came in the living room, sans turned his head to see you and gave a wave to you.

”hey N/N.” He waved at you.

You didn’t respond like you always did, this left him confused.

”uh, n/n? you okay?” He asked.

You just plopped yourself against him and started cuddling up to you.

This left sans even more confused so he tried to get you and him more comfortable while ask tries to ask you what’s wrong.

”babe? did something happen today? what’s wrong??” You can hear the genus worry in his tone.

You didn’t respond, just snuggling up closer to him.

He sighed and just wrapped his arms around you.

”choosing not to speak? alright then, ill be waiting as long as you’ll need babe.”

He sighs as he relaxes, now cuddling with his partner.

With you two just dozing off at the end of the afternoon.

UnderFell!sans

sans was just lounging about on the couch.

Trying to relax with a bit of grunts from him, trying to find some comfort there.

He stops when he see you walk in and gives you a hello.

”oh hey sweetheart, how was your day?” He asked.

You didn’t respond, this left sans confused and bit annoyed, figured.

”oi, I said how was your day.” He said again.

You responded with you plopping yourself against him, earning a grunt and a scowl from him.

”hey! what the hell was that for?!” He scowled at you.

You didn’t respond, again just… layed there.

sans didn’t know what to do, bit awkward with it.

Then you cuddled up against him, now he got the idea.

”well if you wanted to cuddled you could’ve just fuckin said that.” He grunted while wrapping his arms around you.

You still remained quiet, this worried sans a bit but you were cuddling with him so it eases him down.

”hey sweetheart… i may not be the best at this whole, feelings mushy crap, but i am here for ya, alright?” Then kisses your forehead and kept you in his arms.

You two layed there the whole night till you both fell asleep.

HorrorTale!sans

sans was already with you, never leaves your side, especially outside of his and Papyrus’s house.

So once he doesn’t hear you speak for the rest of the afternoon, this worries him a lot.

When you two made it home, you dragged him and yourself to the couch to cuddle.

sans was initially confused at first but didn’t argue since you were in his sight.

You being silent still worried him.

But since you were cuddling with him he didn’t think anything was too bad.

But he still decided to comfort you with his words.

”hey… uh sweetheart… if you’re feeling down… you can… uhm… talk to me… if you want…”

He pulled you in closer for a hug, then you both dozed off at the end of the afternoon.

Author’s Note: Sorry it’s been a while! I have had no power like I said in my post but now that I have it I can write again! It’ll take a while though since I have school but I’ll be writing eventually! Just please don’t get upset or fussy if I don’t do the requests, I have my own life too and so does the rest of your favourite writers, thank you and love yall! 🫶🏽

[pressureplus]

*Jumps in through the hole in the ceiling*

Author-San you have to listen to this fic idea where the reader is besties with pandemonium in their first run.

Like imagine Sebastian just starts to introduce himself as the reader's only friend down there, and the reader's like, "oh I have my bestie waiting outside!" And Seb is just confused since he knew that urbanshade just send only expendable here so his like "who did you meet here, can I get to know them" And the reader is like, "sure! They're a nice big guy" And calls them to come inside the shop

Sebastian was clearly expecting a human to enter but in comes pandemonium, squeezing it's big body inside the vent to enter his shop.

Fish guy looks horrified while the reader just happily cuddles with pandemonium and is like, "meet my best friend pandy! "

No Problem!

Friends in Strange Places

Pairings: Sebastian Solace x GN!Reader

Au: Classic

Warnings: My version of Pandemonium, mentions of rotted flesh, Pandemonium is a sentient creature like a human person, does pandemonium count as body horror?

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“You have…another friend in here?” He asks incredulously. His eyes narrowing in on your form standing so small and happy below him. His smile falling for only a moment at the thought of not being the first to grab a hold of you. He needs that data, he needs your trust. Still you smile and nod. His tail flicks in irritation at the thought of having to wrestle you out of another creatures grasp. Well, he supposes if he leaves you be, one little expendable can’t be worth anything…right?

“I do, he’s a bit big though, kind of like you.”

“Like me?”

“Yeah, like you! You wanna meet him?”

“Well I-” It’s much too late. You turn from him and pop the vent cover off once more, whistling for your supposed friend. It’s probably for the best he learns of what kind of competition he has down here. If it’s some kind of human much like you, he can easily get rid of them. Then, the distant sound of crunching metal and fast paced movement. Some kind of large creature racing through halls and claws digging into metal. A sort of screaming sound, a cacophony of wails. The voices of lord knows how many souls trapped and bound together by ties none of them understand. The screeching of the damned and broken, like a beast out of hell. The clatter and hiss only grows louder as the large creature forces its body through the vent to his room. Coming when called like a trained dog? How peculiar.

At last two large, clawed hands snap out of the vent, digging into the walls as a black sort of sludge slithers out. A body quick to reform, holes in its chest and sides adorned with eyes. The silvery gaze of what must be a few dozen eyes scan the room as the creature stands to its full height. A behemoth of what almost looks like rotted flesh, strips of black sludge connecting the sides of its jaws. The lower of which hangs like it’s broken filled with jagged shark like teeth. Long collections of black tendrils hook to the floor and walls to keep it upright and many more cover its head like long locks of hair, all connecting to the rest of its body oddly. A collection of what must be other mouths of sharpened teeth cover its large somewhat amorphous body as it seems unsure of what form to take. A being with a set mass but no set form, like some kind of liquid?

“Pandemonium.” Sebastian’s distaste is not at all well hidden seeing the animalistic beast before him. You, however, happily reach out to kind of pet the creature. It bends to your height as its eyes slowly disappear from the black hollow space of its internal body. It’s not an animal, not a human. All instinct and craving but not a human. How did you manage to get that thing to follow your every beck and call? Did you train it or something? How did you even manage that? What kind of monster are you?

“This is Pandy, isn’t he sweet?” The jelly like material making up the beasts body is cool to the touch, as it rests its head in your palm pleasantly. It’s careful to keep the form of an almost human like head to rest against you. A jawline, a nose, when you’ve devoured as many people as a beast like this has you recognize the forms and contours of a person. He has the appearance of a vaguely human shape in your presence rather than an indescribable blob of starved mouths, tendrils, and bloodlust filled eyes.

“Sweet is…a strong word. Where did you even find that thing- how did you get it to follow you?” Sebastian isn’t sure whether he should be impressed, horrified, or disgusted. You’re allowing that thing to act like a puppy as it nudges into your hand for good skin contact. It doesn’t get much positive contact, does it? It? He? It looks almost like both, maybe it is both? God why does it even matter?

“Hm? Oh! Well he ended up chasing me into a locker when I spotted him, him and one of those little void things in the locker fought over me. I thought I was going to be ripped apart until his hands jutted out to grab me. He tugged me free!”

“He isn’t supposed to have…hands.”

“Oh…?” You look over at Pandemonium, whose steely gaze is fixated on Sebastian. As if to demand he stops talking. It’s uncomfortable as Sebastian shuts his mouth.

“Well, either way, he saved me. I thought he was going to eat me but we kind of just stared at each other for a while. The rest is kind of history?” You smile and carry on like the confirmation of Pandemonium not usually having any other form doesn’t concern you. Sebastian just stares in mild horror. Is Pandemonium using you for something? He didn’t know that thing could plan let alone have complex thought.

“Right…well thats nice.” He clasps his hands together almost nervously as the beast's silvery eyes disappear within its body once more. He doesn’t want to deal with fighting it right now, and it seems more than content to not fight him either. Perhaps they can both work with you? He hopes so.

[b0ne-merchant]

Can I please request just a super fluffy one shot of undertale sans and reader cuddling while sleepy? Just soft and comforting

you guys know what the hell is up omg I need sleepy cuddle time so bad. I hope your pillows are cold tonight and that sleep treats you kindly <3

and I will NEVER tire of classic sans trust he's so fucking babygirl. my little pookie wookie snuggle bear

the irony behind this oneshot is that I wrote most of it at like 1 in the morning

Some Stellar Snuggles (Undertale!Sans x Reader)

The room is dark as you stir awake, your dreams dissolving into the depths of your mind like salt stirred into water. One by one, your senses fuzzily reactivate. Your sight is still blinded by the backs of your eyelids, but you can detect the tiniest tinge of light through them. A fan sits in the corner, buzzing white noise into the room, the only sound you can hear. Warm sheets are draped over your body, and they smell of freshly washed linen from the day prior. Your mouth is dry, the stale taste of sleep remaining on your tongue.

You turn from your back onto your side, away from the source of the light that bleeds through your eyelids. You reach out a lazy arm across the bed, and it smooths over empty space on the mattress. Your eyebrows furrow, your eyes squinting tight as you search further, until you reach the extent of your elbow’s range. The sheets where your limb lands are cool, flat, and to your dismay, empty. Exerting a sleepy grunt, you twist your body to span yourself across the bed, your form practically diagonal on the mattress. You suck in a breath when your palm connects with the freezing wall on the opposite side.

With great effort, you crack your eyes open. It makes very little difference in your eyesight. You open them further and blink away the residue of your dreams, and your vision sharpens to detect the cool light of the moon that falls over the empty half of the bed.

There’s a shadow in the dusting of moonlight, an outline you know well. You roll over onto your other side, squinting into the sudden slat of brightness that floods your corneas. Your head sinks into the pillow, the displacement of the plushness covering one of your eyes as the other traces the shape in the window. Nothing more than a whisper leaves your throat when you call out softly to the figure, your voice still hoarse from sleep. It doesn’t seem to hear you.

You push yourself up with both arms, your legs swinging over the side of the bed and planting themselves onto the old, flattened carpet that’s probably even older than you are. You stand and carefully toe your way across the room, brushing past the discarded jacket on the floor and the multitude of socks that seem to dot the ground like fallen leaves in autumn. Somehow, they didn’t make it into yesterday’s laundry.

Having navigated the minefield of socks, you arrive fully intact at the window (and the figure standing in it). Approaching from behind, you drape your arms around its shoulders and rest the side of your face on the cold, smooth surface of its head.

“What are you doing?” you whisper, “It’s like, two in the morning.”

“i could ask you the same thing.” Sans sighs and leans back into your body, lifting his arm to smooth his knuckles over your cheek. “lookin’ at the stars. they’re bright tonight.”

You cast your sight upwards, your eyes darting between the pinpricks of light dotting the night sky. When your gaze lingers on one, you swear you can see it twinkle, just like you always hear about in old nursery rhymes.

A skeletal hand reaches out and taps against the glass. You follow the direction of the pointed finger as it lands on a small cluster of stars. You recognize the Big Dipper somewhat above it.

Sans traces his finger along the glass, making a spider-like shape on the pane. “virgo,” he says.

He drags his finger over from the constellation and traces a new shape, this one a large rhombus with a hooked stem budding from one corner. “and that's leo. do you see the backwards question mark?”

You nod, following his fingers. He stops at the bottom of the question mark shape and taps on the glass again, pointing to a star that's brighter than the others in the constellation. His other hand drops to page through a book that lies on the windowsill. Its pages are water-damaged and dog-eared, like an ancient tome that survived a flood. Some of the ink is smudged in places, but chicken-scratch handwriting frames the paragraphs and fills in the blanks. He finds the page he's looking for and ghosts his fingers over the text.

“that star is regulus, the lion's heart.”

You lean over his shoulders and study the chart depicted on the page. It's an illustration of different shapes against a black background, a night sky of constellations with each star labeled. You crane your head further, looking over the tips of his phalanges to read the names of the surrounding stars.

“what, you think i'm lion to ya?” Sans says with a chuckle that rumbles in his chest.

The only response you can muster is a tired sigh into the crook of his neck.

“Come back to bed.” You tug at the hem of his white t-shirt. “They'll still be there tomorrow.”

Sans squeezes your dangling arms, uncharacteristically quiet. He hesitates and gives the sky a final once-over, as though he’s committing each of the millions of celestial bodies to memory in mere seconds. He closes the old guidebook with the care of someone handling a delicate artifact, then clutches the backs of your hands.

The world goes black, and for a split-second, the floor is pulled from beneath you, and you're free-falling in the void. The sensation only lasts for a blink of an eye, however, and you'd think your sleep-deprived brain just hallucinated it if you weren't suddenly horizontal.

“Are you serious? The bed was literally four steps away.”

“just think of all the time i’m saving in the long run,” Sans shrugs, nestling beneath the covers. “i’m nothing if not efficient.”

Cold bones slide against your calves as Sans notches his body against your back. His knees slot perfectly into the backs of your own, thighs and femurs running parallel to each other. Firm ribs rise and fall against your back, an odd feeling, but not unpleasant. A skeletal arm drapes lazily across your waist, tracing your lower ribs through your shirt. Something sharp pokes the back of your neck. You twitch at the feeling, earning a half-hearted “sorry” from the owner of the offending nasal bone. Teeth press against the nape of your neck, soft and deliberate.

Your breathing steadies, matching his, but your brain isn't quite ready to simmer down yet. “What woke you up?”

Sans presses another kiss to you, this time tugging at the collar of your nightshirt to plant it on your shoulder. “hard to sleep when you're getting kicked all night.”

You sigh at the feeling, brushing your hand over his. “I don't do that. Uh… right?”

“nah.” Another kiss.

You lock your fingers between his. “Then answer the question.”

There's a puff of surprisingly warm air across the back of your neck, then nothing. Cold air rushes to fill the vacuum created by his absence as Sans rolls to his back. You frown at the loss of heat, and you chase it, turning over and pressing yourself against his side. Your arm slings across his chest, and you lift your head to let him slide his arm under the space between your neck and the mattress.

You can see the faint glow of his eyelights illuminating the bow of his nasal bone. They’re almost like stars themselves, you note as your body molds snugly against his. He's completely still for some time, before resuming the artificial breathing motions of his chest.

“been having some weird dreams lately.” Sans rubs idle circles into your back.

You tug a pillow onto his shoulder so you can comfortably rest against it without bones prodding into your skull. “Like what?”

Sans brings his free hand to rest behind his head. The glow from his eyelights disappears – he must have closed his eyes. The arm around you squeezes your body almost protectively against his torso, and his head tilts to tap his skull against the top of your forehead. He inhales deep against your hair, the long, slow rise of his empty chest and the slight whistle from his nasal cavity perfectly mimicking the instinctual need to breathe as opposed to his usual aesthetic choice to breathe.

“doesn’t really matter.” A warm exhale fans over your head. You can feel the tips of skeletal fingers tracing squares into your back, light and slightly rounded. “they’re not real.”

You close your eyes and drag your hand down his ribs, counting the pattern of ridge, divot, ridge, divot as your fingers dip and rise over them. You follow them as they curve away into false ribs, and you note the points of the floating ribs that poke up into his t-shirt. Beyond that, the shirt falls into empty space, molding over the arch of his ribs and pooling down to meet his spine. The emptiness used to be alien to you, but now, it’s as familiar as any other body you’ve shared a bed with.

“Some people think that dreams have meanings. Like, a common one is dreaming about your teeth falling out. They say it represents something in your life you’re stressed about that you can’t control.”

“yeah, well, tooth be told, babe,” you jab Sans with a finger, eliciting a chuckle from him, “i don’t believe in that stuff. dreams are just your memories blending together while you’re unconscious.”

“Like a smoothie.”

“huh?”

“Dreams are memory smoothies.”

Sans turns his head the other way, but the shake of his shoulders betrays his attempt to muffle his laugh. “i think it’s time to go back to sleep. you’re going a bit bananas on me.”

“Nuh uh.” Your jaws part with a treacherous yawn. “I wanna keep talking to you.”

You snake your hand up his shirt, the pads of your fingers sliding over the smooth ridges of his spine. Here, closer to his center, it’s warmer, thrumming with magic from the proximity of his soul.

A swell of drowsiness sweeps over your mind like a wave lapping at the shore, steady in its rhythm as the last of your wakeful tension leaves your legs. Your torso and shoulders follow suit, slackening as your consciousness is gently swept beneath the tide. You can almost hear the soft foaming of sea meeting sand (or maybe it's just the white noise of the fan) and the rocking of the current (probably Sans’s breathing), singing to you like a maritime lullaby.

The shapes being drawn on your back become more abstract, hard edges and corners dissipated into loops and swirls. He draws a soft-edged rhombus with a hooked stem budding from one corner. An upside-down Y. The squiggle of an uneven W.

Sans cycles through the constellations as he feels you relax, your breathing slow and soft against his shoulder. He moves his other hand from behind his head to tug the covers up further around you, making sure you're fully wrapped up and warm. He cranes his head up with all the gentleness in the world and gives your features a final once-over, as though he’s committing every tiny detail, each little imperfection on your skin to memory.

“i'll still be here tomorrow.”

His words fall on fast-asleep ears.

[adlery]

CAUGHT YOU!

WINDBREAKER : HAYATO SUO X BIKER READER

→ When he caught you're joining street racing

→ Note: Fluff, a bit angst, reader join illegal street racing, GN!reader, OOC MAYBE???, love foolish reader

→ Tw: none (cringe)

→ Adlery's speaking: My boy is so divine🧎 but wtf is this... it's so bad (crying with my 2:00 am writing💀) suddenly got this idea HFSJKDKS... If I missed something on note, do tell me! LUVYUU BYEISS

- you and Suo have been dating for months now, obviously he knows you owned a classic Kawasaki motorcycle ever since you came up on the date riding it for the first time.

- he's really interested and even asked a lot about the vehicle. Who gave you? How did you get? Do you always ride it? Man even joke to be your passenger princess

"Perhaps, I could be your passenger princess from now on, Y/n-chan", he gave you the carefree smile. And you, someone who heads over heels for him, already taking it seriously.

- of course you offered him a few of time a ride to school or basically a couple of late night drives when both of you're free.

- You even let him drive and fortunately it went well (it's Suo we are talking about. He's trusted)

- sometimes, you stop by near the beach as you spend time with him in peaceful silence while sitting on the motorcycle seat

- But lately, he noticed that you've been looking a bit worn out at school and sometimes skip a patrol (with permission)

- as your boyfriend, the suspicion grows more when he notices your knee has a bandage and some bruises when he is secretly peeking through the door of the classroom while you're alone, treating those with ointment.

- Suo once, ask you about it but you simply reassure him with a bad excuse like you accidentally hit your knees on the table, bla bla bla... He didn't buy it obviously but he just nodded and said he trusts you

- hell no, he's not dumb so he thought to waits for the right time to ask you again and seek the truth

- But the universe loves him, so he gets the answer beforehand

- This happened when Umemiya informed the first year to watch the town near the night since a fight will happen and once again, you're not coming as you told umemiya you're sick, so your boyfriend is a little relieved to know you're taking a rest

- after settling down, he finally decided to pay a visit to your house and try to call to inform you that he will come but it was declined. Strange.

"Declined.. huh", the suspicious came back to him as he plastered an unreadable face. Kiryu who noticed his change reassured the male that maybe you don't want to be disturbed or need some time

- Then they walk away from the place, following Tsugeura who is hungry after the small fight, which leads them to the sidewalk of the main street to go to the restaurant.

The atmosphere is full with the group voices but Suo, until Sakura spoke up to him, "Oi, you seemed less talking today", he raised his eyebrows, a small blush rising on his cheek due to embarrassment after the question he's worried:(. The eye patch male glances at him, giving the reassurance smile, "Nothing, just worried about my lover, they are sick right now so I thought maybe I should buy them a medicine after this"

- But suddenly, various motorcycle noises come from the street when a race is about to begin not too far from them.

"What the hell, making noises at night, disturbed the people", Nirei pointing out with annoyed while the others shows agreement with his words

- Suo is an observing guy, of course he's not leaving his eyes towards the group of bikers due to his bad feeling and that's until his eyes suddenly darted on a familiar vehicle... The colour, the sticker he knows that you had shown him you bought, the similar helmet colour and literally the figure of the biker... It's you.

- Now his curiosity answered, he's not amused nor happy about it as he stopped on his track, making the first year's stop and facing their way at him.

"Suo-san, you good?", Nirei sweatdrop as Sakura noticed the strange feeling came from Suo, "Oi, what are you looking at?" This makes the male break the silence and smile at them, unfortunately his smile does not reach this time, "Eh nothing..."

- You are doomed

- the next day you went to school, extremely exhausted but it was worth the shot last night that you won the bet and conquered the race

- and there he is, looking at you from across the corner of the classroom, he wants you to talk, to tell him all of it, right now.

- he approached you with his usual close eyes smile but his tone is off

"Good morning, Dear", his sweet voice sending you shiver, it's not like he's not used to talking like this before but you know something is wrong, so you just smile back at him, trying to mask the exhaustion facial.

"Morning, Suo-kun. Umm...about last night...I'm sorry I declined your call...i- was a bit sic- Woah!" not before you finish your words, he pulled you out of the class as your eyes widened, "Hey- Suo... Wait" he brings you to the stair that is empty from other students and finally let go of your hand. His arms crossed, you know he wants you to speak so you are guiltily looking down, "Hmm... Dear, I suppose you have something to explain about last night" he took your chin and tilted it up to face him, you gulped and had the nerve to give him a sheepish smile "Um... Well... I guess... You caught me"

He sighs, he doesn't want to make the issue big, so his tone is turning more soft and gentle, "I did... Why did you join that?", you can't help but break the eyes contact from him, trying to put the sentence, "I... I'm sorry... But it's one of my likings.... No other reason indeed", again, he sigh and shook his head left to right, "You hurt yourself the other day, Dear", this instantly making your head turn up to him, "Oh! That... Let me be honest... It was an accident and no worries..haha" You give him an embarrassment chuckled, "Just a little fell", your voice turns ghostly at the end.

- He finally accepted it, that's your choice but as your lover, he, always puts a note on you to be careful, and not too carried away with the race (you take it with an open heart:D)

- After that, You show him the wound and he gives a proper treatment and change your bandage, plus with a sweet gift of sarcasm remarks

- ever since that day, you're willingly skip some of the race if Suo tells you not to because he needs your help- or it just an excuse for you not to go there again

- when you want to have a race, he texts you to come over to try some of his brand new tea or anything else. When you were about to go out at the specific time before the race, he called you to help him patrol the town and what do you do? Clearly, You obeyed and passed the race because he's your priority.

"Ah Dear, the brand new tea I bought has arrived, come here please", without wasting your time, "Coming!" , the guy next to your vehicle is dumbfounded seeing you leave the way about to started race without any words, yeah... Suo is the cause.

- When you can't come to spend time with him, He playfully used the chance and recapping how you abandoned him only for the race before (he's joking) so the results he will hear his house bell ring and you are standing there Infront of him after the door open

"Ah you come" a big fat grin drew on his face as you roll your eyes, "That's not fair, you always used those mistakes to make me feel guilty!", he then abruptly connected his lips on yours resulting in you to follow along, you sigh after the kiss break, "Well don't blame me, I want to spend time with my lovely dear. Isn't that sweet" He put a close eyes smile, making you chuckled lightly, "I'm not blaming you then"

- You both then went inside and had alone time together<3

©Adlery : Like and repost are so much appreciated 🎀

[yatsurinamikaze]

Swan and Shadow [Sakusa Kiyoomi x Miya!Reader]

Based on asks this and this. Might turn into a short series- let me know.

Summary: Where the brooding Sakusa Kiyoomi unknowingly falls in love with the Miya sister. What happens next?

Chapter 1 [Masterlist]

Sakusa Kiyoomi walked past the gym as he always did—headphones on with classic rock blasting on, hands buried in the pockets of his black windcheater, mask covering his face. He trailed behind his teammates, following the familiar path with practiced indifference. He knew he looked okay-ish enough for everyone to stare, specially the girls but Sakusa wasn't interested in any of those things.

So, he retorted to his ritual - music on, head down. A moment of silence between grueling volleyball sessions and strength-training. A barrier between him and the world. Not that it didnt protect him from other things like the useless chatter of his teammaters , but it was nothing he wasn’t used to.

Hinata squinted at Atsumu’s phone. “Why do you have 87 alarms?”

Atsumu sighed. “Because I don’t trust myself, okay?”

Sakusa sighed internally. The usual nonsense, something he can ignore. But today—today was different.

A flicker of red on his phone screen. Battery low. His headphones—his lifeline—had lost charge.

That never happened.

A small frustration flickered in his chest, but he remained composed, creasing his lips. Suddenly he was hyper-aware of everything, every sound around him, specially the ones coming from the bickering idiots in front of him. He rolls his eyes and decides to bear with it when a gust of wind brushes past him ruffling his jacket, making his breath hitch as he follows behind his teammates.

A sound cut through it all. A soft piano, humming through teh air. It was delicate, almost weightless. A tune that didn’t belong in the chaos of this multi-sports facility. 

Unlike the classic rock that usually filled his ears, this was… ethereal. A whisper of music that didn’t ask for attention but demanded it.

His gaze remained forward, uninterested. But as he passed by the room which was the source of this music, he glanced inside from the corner of his eye.

Four steps ahead—and he stops.

Unknowingly, unconsciously, he feet move back.

Time slowed.

The mirrored walls reflected a dream—her.

A girl in a flowing white dress, like a swan in mid-flight, moved effortlessly, her limbs carving through the air with impossible grace. She spun, her arms arching above her head, fingertips barely kissing the ceiling of her world before she descended again, landing as softly as a falling petal.

Her foot stretched behind her, barely grazing the floor before she lifted onto her toes, arms sweeping like delicate wings. A pirouette—slow, controlled, hypnotic.

She was weightless. She was art.

Sakusa barely breathed.

The world blurred around him, the only thing in focus was her.

And yet, despite watching, he still hadn’t seen her face.

His head tilts slightly, gaze drawn into the room like a force beyond his control. The music continues, the dream unfolding before him in slow motion.

His heart beats once. Twice. And paused as she was about to turn her face.

“Omi-san!!” Hinata’s voice shattered the moment.

Sakusa blinked, like waking from a trance. His body stiffened as reality snapped back into place.

He averted his gaze. Without another glance, he turned his head, walking towards his team—away from whatever had just happened.

Unedited! Let me know if you want a teeny-tiny series out of this?

[Masterlist]

[derangedanomaly]

so, what if you do a Comedian reader x Classic, Nightmare, Cross, Dust, and Killer?

(You can add horror if you want, I just would've guessed he'd be delusional to the jokes the reader makes)

AU SANSES X COMEDIAN READER

(Classic, Nightmare, Cross, Dust, Killer)

Classic:

Oh, looks like Sans found his soulmate!

The first time you told him a joke, he swore that he fell in love. Even more when you told him more.

There's never a dull moment between you two! Always cracking up jokes. (Papyrus might be going a little crazy from your puns 💀)

Is going on all of your comedy shows. Every. single. one. Don't worry, he wouldn't miss this, EVER. In return for him going on your shows, you're going to his! :)

Slowly, but surely, becomes your fan. He has your jokes memorized at this point.

No matter how much he's heard your jokes, he'll always laugh.

You give each other tips for jokes. (Each one more ridiculous, but you guys find it funny 💀)

Well, what else can I say? You're just two cuties.

Nightmare:

Rolls his eyes at your jokes. Is really not all that impressed...

Nightmare's more of a fan of dark humor, so the right way to get to him, is by telling him a dark joke.

Trust me, it'll take EVERYTHING in him to not laugh at that joke.

You decided to take on the challenge. Beginning your plan to make the king of darkness laugh.

You send many dark jokes his way, which cracked him up. But he was still holding back.

After this, he got curious and decided to go to see your comedy show. It wasn't really for him, since he doesn't share the same sense of humor, but it wasn't that bad. (Bro's actually complimenting you? 😯)

From this day forward, he'll be going to your shows undercover. (Doesn't want to get caught lacking 💀)

Cross:

Bros a lil emo, so he'll probably act like your puns are not growing on him. (They are)

You once offered to take him to see your comedy show. He denied. 🙄

After you left to your show, Cross literally LEAPED from the couch and ran to see your show! He just needed to know if your jokes are as hilarious on stage as it is in real life.

He can't lie...but he laughed his ass off over there.

He immediately paid for the next show, with you not finding out he was even there!

He can't let you know that he's really not all that mysterious! That would be embarrassing.. ;)

Loves your puns! But you'll never find out.

Killer:

He's that one type of monster to yell; "LMAO, LMFAO, LOL" out loud. His cringe ass always gets you💀🙏🏻

He'll be so proud of you! Look at you, running your own shows, bringing people joy. He's so supportive.

"YOU SEE THAT HUMAN UP THERE!? THAT'S MY HUMAN!"

You would often find yourself embarrassed on stage cause of him...

The first time he found out about you having a show, he immediately wanted to see! (Even after you denied him multiple times)

He never stops encouraging you after that. It's always one praise after another. (I need him in my life bro 😭)

Is willing to punch someone just for you, so if there would be someone creepy, trying to get a feel of you, he won't hesitate to kill him.

Dust:

He's probably the one that encouraged you to start your own show.

Look, maybe he's a little emo...but he's not that big of an emo to not at least let out laughs at your jokes.

Out of all the bad sanses, Dust is probably the one that's the most closest to his original self. (Classic) So it's not a big surprise when he starts saying his own jokes back to you.

He was the one that also helped you make your dream into reality. (Since it was his idea.)

Truly proud of you when you're on stage. Also compliments you, but not as much as Killer. Look, he doesn't wanna embarrass you. 🤷‍♀️

"Hey, you see that human up there, on the stage? The star of the show??" "Uhm...yeah?" "Heh.. that's my partner.." Cue the scene of Dust looking up at you, with a dorky look on his face. "WHAT?!"

Your fans were never the same after that. You and Dust became the targets of what's called, shipping.

Not like Dust wasn't enjoying the thought of you two being a thing ;)

[bullet-prooflove]

Whiskey Business: Bill Bevilaqua x Reader

Tagging: @kmc1989 @lazilynervoussong @moisttowlett @happilysparklyunknown @krispyqueenluminary

Companion piece to: Trust

You’re already at Whiskey Business when Bill arrives. The private distillery is located thirty minutes away from Bill’s ranch and specialises in single malt. All of their whiskey is distilled in five gallon barrels and sold in limited runs making it Kansas City’s most sought after spirit. Their tastings are usually booked up months in advance but here Bill is, stepping over the threshold to spend the evening with a woman who is more stunning than every single one of those stars in the night time sky.

His eyes come to rest on you, standing there talking to one of the hosts and the sight of you it just steals his breath. Your hair is pulled back into a half up half down style, you’re wearing a pretty blue floral country dress and brown cowboy boots. He’s not used to seeing this version of you, the one that’s so casual, so relaxed.

Your face lights up when you see him and something in his chest aches. It’s been a long time since anyone has looked at him like that and it isn’t until now he realises just how much he misses it.

“Bill.” You say, clasping his hands in yours before you kiss his cheek.

His heart thuds a little harder in his chest as you lead him towards your table, his hand still clasped in yours. It feels dainty inside his larger one and he finds his thumb tracing over the tattoo of a geometric lotus blossom on your inner wrist.

“You look beautiful tonight.” He tells you and a flush of colour appears across your cheeks.

“I was worried you’d think I wasn’t making an effort.” You tell him referring to the clothes and the makeup you usually adorn for your profession. “But I wanted you to see the real me, the one that wears summer dresses and likes whiskey brewed from a barrel that’s older than her.”

“I like her already.” He tells you, squeezing your hand lightly.

You spend the night sipping whiskey, comparing notes, exchanging opinions as you mark your scores down on your phone so you can keep track of your favourites. Bill learns that you used to be a debutant before you started this career, that your father disowned you when you refused to marry a man twice your age to help advance his business.

“Is that when it started?” He asks you. “With Bobby D’Amico?”

“Yea.” You say, swirling around the tasting scotch. “He was the photographer who took the debutant portraits, he was always trying to get into the girls pants, give them molly. He said I could make some money modelling, it’s an age old story I won’t bore you with.”

“You don’t bore me Julia.” He says quietly, his dark eyes meeting yours. “You’ve never bored me. If you want to tell me then I want to listen.”

So you tell him, you tell him every sordid detail and by the end of it Bill knows he’s going to murder Bobby D’Amico for turning you out the way he did.

“The other night it became clear that you trust me with a lot of personal shit, stuff I don’t think you tell anyone.” You say, toying with the silver rings on his left hand. “I thought maybe it was time I do the same.”

“Your secrets are my secrets.” He tells you, bringing your fingertips to his lips and kissing the pads of them. “I’ll take them to my grave.”

He means that, you can tell from the fierceness in his eyes as he says it.

At the end of the night you’re both a little drunk, not just from the whiskey but from each other. Bill tucks his arm around your shoulders as you lean into him, hiding your face in his shirt because you can’t control your laughter. It continues long after the two of you climb into the backseat of his car, until his driver pulls up outside the address you gave him.

Your house is a classic Edwardian build that would look more at home in San Fransico than here in Kansas City. Every other place on this block falls into the Shirtwaist standard of architecture but you’ve gone completely against the grain by removing the steep gabled roofed porch so you can expand outwards with a bay window instead. The outside is painted a light grey, the windows and frame work contrasting with white.

“My neighbours fucking hate it.” You tell him as you unfasten your seat belt. “I’ve owned it for five years now and I’m still in love with it.”

He can understand why, this place it’s entirely you. Sophisticated, chique, brazen.

He undoes his own seatbelt as you search for your keys inside your purse, opening your door for you and helping you out of the vehicle. He escorts you up the path until you reach the doorstep.

“Do you want to come in?” You ask, your eyes bright as you look up at him and in that moment he’d like nothing more than to continue this evening well into the early hours of the morning.

“Next time.” He promises you, his thumb chasing over the apple of your cheek. “When the two of us haven’t been drinking so much.”

“Your momma raised a gentlemen.” You tease as your fingertips toy with lapels of his blazer.

Not much of one, he thinks as he leans in and kisses you because that mouth of yours, it’s just too inviting. You taste like whiskey from the distillery, smoky overtones with a dash of honey. Your lips are soft under his, warm like a summer’s day and just as sweet. He pulls away unwillingly, his large hands coming to rest on your hips, thumbs tracing over the fabric of your dress.

“Get on inside now.” He whispers as he releases you, inclining his head towards the door. He waits until you’ve unlocked it and are safely over the threshold before he tips his hat.

“Good night Julia.” He says softly.

“Sweet dreams Bill.”

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[dragonridernoobie]

Hi I'm new and I hope your doing well and if it's ok can you do a classic sans, fell sans and swap papyrus x child reader oneshot but an oc of mine and its separate perspectives, like how would they raise/treat them, comfort them when having nightmares and how would their brothers react to them. Basically it's one of the fallen children before frisk and their name is Nox and they have the soul of perseverance and is also a pacifist kid when they fell. They sacrificed their soul to said skeleton for their freedom after exploring and learning the whole underground and having their own adventure but mostly because they were friends and Nox felt bad for their unfair situation (since said skeletons promised the caretaker of the ruins they would look after any humans that leaves the ruins) but they got resurrected back along with the other fallen children thanks to asriel in that one scene of the pacifist route so the skeletons took them in as their kiddo on the surface while being glad they were back. Nox's personality is- introvert, shy, smart, kind, sometimes awkward, but strong when they need to be. (I hope this info helps im sorry that it's a lot also heres a pic of them)

IM ALIVE AND I DIDNT FORGET THIS ASK!!!! I am just goimg through my own depressive shit. I'm so sorry this took so long. I hope you love it! Also, I dident know if it's a she or he since yiu dident say so I am gonna say she. SO SORRY IF ITS WRONG

UnderfellXOcXUnderswap

It was another reset. Another day in hell. That is what honey and Red thought. They know how this is gonna happen. They meet the kid, they kill their brother, they kill everyone, and do it all again.

They were tierd of it. So when a new kid came out of the ruins, it was quite the surpised. They dident trust the kid and checked their LV.....1....maybe this won't be so bad.

They decided to meet the kid at the bridge and we're surprised when the kid looked at them with amazement then in fear.

They laughed at honeys joke while they made red laugh with a hand buzzer. They talked with them and met their brother and seemed to already be bestfriends with them.

When they met alphys/Undyne, they offered their soul without a fight. They were put off by this non-fighting kid that they just let the kid through. Knowing what will meet them when they reach the castle.

When they met Red/Honey in the hall, they offered the kid to live with them. Not wanting them to die since this was their only chance to not live in hell with that child.

Red: "come on kid, why don't you and me head back? Me and boss can take care of ya, feed ya, clothes ya, all yiu need is to come with me."

Honey: "Jeez kid, you are making me emotional, and that's saying something....come on, kiddo, why don't you come with me back to snowdin? My little bro can make you some tacos, and you can live with us? We will make sure you have everything."

Nox just shakes her head and tells them that they don't deserve to live underground. So, they power forth. They made sure to say goodbye to all their friends. Once they are sure they got everyone, they went to face asgore/Toriel.

*Skip to asrial, breaking the barrier because I am lazy and don't know how to write it*

When the underground stands on the cliff edge, looking at the sunset. Everyone was excited for this new story in their lives. While everyone starts to head away to go greet the humans, Red and Honey talk to Nox.

Red: "Heh, so this is the part were we say goodbye right? I mean, I can give ya my number so we can stay in touch-"

Nox: "I want to live with you and you're brother...please?"

Red: "....how can I say no to that? You hear that boss!!! The kid livin with us!"

Boss: "Fantastic! I shall make my celebration lasagna!"

Red: "Hope you ready, kid, your life is gonna be around lasahlgna."

Honey: "Wow....never thought il be here to see this..."

Blue: "It is so bright! Oh! Nox! You should come with me while we greet the humans!"

Honey: "actally bro, i am wanting to kiddo here for a bit."

Blue: "Ok! Don't take to long!"

Honey: "So, nox...you wanna stay with us? I heard you discussing it with aagore."

Nox: "I do, I really do...if that's ok."

Honey: "Fine by me, just don't expect me to save ya from my bro's tacos."

When they finally got a home on the surface, they made sure to officially adopt Nox as their kid. Which had mix emotions from the humans but was allowed.

Life with UnderSwap

Blue and honey became the perfect parents for nox.

They helped her with school when she struggled, especially honey, when nox had anything science homework

Blue and honey was at every event that nox was part of. Marching band? Blue cheers the loudest. Math tournament? Blue cheered every time you got a question right.

Honey might not be as loud and energetic as blue but he was the best at his own things.

When nox had a bad dream, he seemed to know like a 6th sense.

He would come into nox room to find her silently crying in her bed.

He will take her for middle of the night icecream and let her talk it out if she wanted to.

They were the perfect family.

Life with UnderFell

They demanded to adopt Nox.

The government said no since how aggressive Boss was but when nox confirmed they want life the brothers, they allowed it.

Living them was......intresting.

Edge and Red tried to help Nox with her school work but had trouble some times.

It sometimes lead to boss and Red arguing about the awnser for 67x45.

When nox gets bullied, she dosent say anything when she gets home.

One look from boss and he is stomping to the school to deal with it.

Red cleans up nox and makes sure she is fine.

With nightmares, edge is the one who helps with that.

He is usually up late since it was an old habit that he can't break from the underground.

He would hear Nox crying and comes to her.

He dosent talk sweetly to her, but he will make her favorite food to cheer her up.

He will show his soft side if nox opens up.

They were a chaotic family but a perfect one.

[sannirio]

trust me i’ll be good

WC: 1409

dom jeongin x amab sub reader (he/him/boy)

18+ MINORS DNI 「i’m serious」　

cw - non!idol au, dom jeongin, fingering, dumbification, temperature play, sub space, degradation, praise, severe overstimulation, boot kink?

A/N: hey! i’m back! sorry for such a long hiatus but i’m finally here. i don’t have anything interesting to say, i wasn’t kidnapped by san or got into a car accident. but i’m here! i hope you enjoy:)

{p.s} i've discovered im transfem and im now starting the process of transitioning, i might write a few afab fics here and there but ill still focus on amab fics. i love you all <3

“what’s wrong baby? you keep staring at my hands… does my needy little slut want me to use them?” jeongin looked amused, as he usually did when you got this needy. he was sat at his desk per usual, in a classic black waistcoat with matching slacks and a white button up underneath. a silver rolex adorned his left wrist. his sleeves were rolled up as if to say “c’mon you little whore let me show you who owns you.” it wasn’t fair how he teased you you were like this. how else were you supposed to react when this is how he looked. all you wanted to do in this moment was to feel his fingers inside of you.

he moved his foot slightly, giving you the subliminal permission to fall apart on his brand new oxfords. you crawled forward, pushing your aching cock against his shoe. the abrasive leather sent chills down the length of your cock. riding his shoe like a dumb little whore always made jeongin’s mind reel. it took him an army’s worth of strength not to push you up against his desk and use you right there, but the sight of his pretty little pet becoming a brain dead mess over the smallest things was all he needed to keep himself in check. jeongin lifted his foot up slightly, pressing the bridge of his shoe harder against you, forcing a yelp to escape your lips and a flinch to propagate your body. he chuckled at the result of his work “you’re so pathetic.” he was right too, your husband wasn’t doing anything but sitting there in his vintage leather chair watching a slut get all messy for him and here you were acting like a total slut at his foot. you wanted more though and he could tell. with how intently he was watching you cover his shoe in precum there was no way he wouldn’t notice your glazed eyes darting to his hand every few seconds. from the very start he wanted to push his index and ring fingers deep inside you but doing that right away wasn’t fun for him, no, he wanted actually needed to see his poor pathetic slut make a mess all over the floor before he gave you what you really wanted.

in one swift motion jeongin stole his foot out from underneath you mid thrust, purposely denying your sensitive cock the ache relief it craved. in half a second his hand held your chin up forcing you to make eye contact with the man who made you like this. he clicked his tongue and nodded his head towards his lap, signaling you to lay down ass up. you did so, shaking ever so slightly from how pent up you were already. jeongin’s hands ran down your frame making you shiver. “so gorgeous” he muttered under his breath, grasping your hips tightly. a wash of cold air hit your side as he took his hand off your hip. placing his middle and ring finger in his mouth he made his fingers all wet, so he could slide them inside his pretty boy.

laying across his lap you could feel jeongins cock throbbing through his pants, your stomach was right on top of it so every time it flexed, you felt it push into you. he wasn’t going to let you touch it however. he wanted to loosen you up first, after all how were you going to fit that monster in you to begin with. a build up of pressure at your ass brought you back to reality, being cock dumb really does make your mind go blank. “open up hun” jeongin whispered. you whimpered as he slowly pushed his middle finger into you, feeling his knuckles graze your ass before he pulled it out. sliding it in again, you could feel just how much he enjoyed doing this to you. even if his entire hand was cramping he wouldn’t stop until you were begging and crying for him to stop. you felt a second finger slide inside of you (his ring finger.) the feeling making you gasp slightly as he bent his two fingers into a curve. his pace quickened when he heard the pretty sounds he loved so much leave your lips.

three fingers were inside you now, stretching you out. the rhythm jeongin had set was perfect… for him, it kept you right at the edge of an orgasm. every half a second the jolt of pleasure from jeongin hitting your prostate made ripples throughout your poor body. at this point you were crying, tears streaming down your face. why was he being so rough, denying you the sweet release you needed right now. your cock ached so much it hurt, twitching constantly making you flinch every time it even brushed jeongins thigh. he could feel the mess you were making as it had seeped through his slacks. precum ran down his leg making him flex his fingers, a tingly sensation forming in his brain in the process. a simple “fuck”escaped his lips as the beed of precum made its way down his calf.

flexing too much made the ache in your cock ten times worse but you couldn’t help it. with how precise jeongin was, hitting your spot every single thrust, it basically made a pool of pleasure in your stomach, waiting… hoping to flood your body when the time came. “p-p-please c-cum n-n-n-now.” those three words were the only thing you could remember in the entire english language. somehow even a slut like you knew what you wanted, with how clouded your mind was, the average person would surely think you’d simply lost your mind. of course this amused jeongin. though he was aching as well, he wanted to see how his pretty little boy came

over him. “what do we say when we want something dear?” he spoke softly, in a way that was sure to provoke your dumb mind. like you were programmed to say it “please” limped out of your lips, almost like a soft breeze. “what was that baby? i didn’t hear you?” “p-p-please” you whined. the strength it took just to focus on that one word was immense. the pain and pleasure that was in control of your body was almost too much at this point. cock dumb wasn’t even adequate anymore; it was more like just plain slut brain. the “good boy” from jeongin licked your ears forcing you back into that purely blank state. all you could feel now was the relentless build up from his fingers hitting your g spot and jeongins knee pushing itself against your dick. moving back and forth slightly gave way to your build up. his long fingers kept their pace, moving in and out of you at just the right speed. the sound of his hand hitting your ass filled the room along with your moans and whines. his free hand took hold of your hair forcing your head up so he could look you in your beautiful clouded eyes. “be a good boy and cum for me.” he cooed, forcing one last thrust deep inside against your spot. that single push was enough to break down the dam that held back every ounce of build up that was being stored. for how long you’d been at his mercy, your sensitivity was overwhelming. it hurt to cum, but you needed to. it hurt so much but it felt so good. your body contracted as you came, tears streaming down your face like rivers of the word pleasure.

once you’d finished cumming, and your high settled down, jeongin slid your legs down and hoisted your body up, turning you in the process so he could face you. “are you ok my sweet boy?” he spoke so softly, it was angelic. you nodded, your brain was still a little hazy but your senses were coming back one by one. a big kiss was planted on your forehead as he caressed your face. “did i hurt you at all baby?” “no…” you shook your head once again “but i do feel sore.” “ok hun, we’ll have a bath together ok? i’ll be gentle while im cleaning you i know you’re still very sensitive.” giving him a peck on the cheek you wrapped your arms around his neck, giving him the go ahead to sweep you off your feet.

(not edited if there’s a mistake lmk)

sannirio©

inspired by the lyrics of~

[reidsgfbf]

I Want Your Love

spencer reid x gn! reader

in which spencer surprises the rest of the team with his music taste, which may or may not have been influenced by his partner he hasn't had the decency to tell them about yet

inspired by the fact i had I Want Your Love by Transvision Vamp in my head recently

warnings : no use of y/n, a few swear words here and there, characters may be a lil ooc, reader is only mentioned, they/them pronouns for reader

word count : 541 words, proofread

Of course, Spencer ended up drawing the short straw when the rest of the team was deciding who would drive them to the local police station. He'd only gone to the toilet, albeit reluctantly, for a few minutes, and when he'd gotten back, Morgan had tossed him the keys to one of the SUVs and told him he was driving.

Spencer agreed, only on the condition that he got to play music on the drive. The rest of the team reluctantly agreed, thinking they'd only be treated to classical music as they all bundled into the SUV.

Spencer slipped into the driver's seat, took his phone out of his pocket, which you'd bought him and taught him how to use, plugged the aux cord into it, and brought up the playlist you and he had made together.

He made sure everyone had their seatbelts on- because did you know that there's a mortality rate of approximately 50% of people who don't wear seatbelts in moving vehicles?- and then started playing his music.

The opening guitar riff of I Want Your Love by Transvision Vamp sounded out in the vehicle and nearly everyone did a double take as Spencer pulled out of the parking space and hummed along to the music. This is not what they were expecting at all.

"When the hell did you start listening to this stuff, pretty boy?" Morgan asked, narrowly dodging Emily's wayward arms as she and JJ danced to the music.

"My partner introduced it to me," Spencer replied simply and everyone paused, including Emily and JJ. The car was silent, apart from the music playing, as everyone, sans Spencer, digested this information.

"Your... partner?" Emily asked slowly, making sure she heard that right.

"Yep." Spencer responded, popping the 'p'.

"Since when have you had a partner?" JJ asked. Spencer thought for a second.

"Since about five months, two weeks, fifty-seven days and sixteen hours ago," Spencer responded precisely. "But it feels like longer."

His little lovestruck grin made Morgan snicker, which was quickly cut off when Emily jabbed her elbow into his ribs.

"Where did you meet this elusive partner of yours?" Rossi asked.

"At a museum. They were arguing with security about an incorrect factoid about Christopher Columbus actually." Spencer chuckled. "Because he wasn't actually the first European to set foot in America. In fact, he never set foot in America at all. He set foot in the Bahamas instead. The first European to ever set foot in America was actually the Viking Leif Erikson, son of Erik the Red, who discovered Greenland. Leif then discovered what is now Newfoundland and Labrador."

Emily snorted. "Trust you to meet the love of your life at a museum where they argued with the security."

Spencer laughed. "I stepped in and helped them argue with the security, but it ended up with us both getting kicked out, so we went to have some ice cream together instead, and we got to know each other."

By now I Want Your Love had finished, and now the playlist turned onto Lovecats by the Cure. Emily laughed.

"I definitely want to meet the person who has such a cool music taste now." She grinned.

"Maybe at some point," Spencer replied.

[imtrashraccoon]

Be the first reccuring anon? HELL YEAH‼️

This is about the same reader of the previous ask, the lolita one that hits people with their parasol (me too girl me too, i have also hit people with my parasol before(mostly my brother))

ANYWAYS, this is another ask for the sans and papyri of UT, US and UF!

They come into the living room and see the lolita doing...something? When they ask what they're doing they pick up what they were busy with and show it to them

ITS A DWARF BUNNY!! AND THEY'RE NAMED BLOSSOM!!! SO CUTE!! And she is wearing a matching lolita dress with bow! (Yes there is clothing for bunnies, i'm obsessed)

Also since when did they have a bunny?

Where did this bunny come from??

They refuse to answer

...should they be concerned?

Welp cant dwell on that for too long because there is another bunny in a matching dress thats now demanding the skeletons attention and stomping their foot!

Also why is this bunny so big? its the size of a big cat

Hello again! (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

I've just been thinking of you as the Lolita Anon so unless you want me to refer to you as something else, that's gonna be my nickname for you. I wasn't sure for a second if the third part of your ask was about another bunny entirely but I wrote this with that in mind.

Undertale: Classic (Sans) & Vanilla (Papyrus)

Classic

Huh, that's pretty cute. He thinks the name Blossom is very fitting for such a small bunny. He's seen pictures online of people dressing up their pets but not bunnies. Most people just put bows on them and call it a day.

He's curious where you got a bunny, especially one so small. Did you buy it? Or was it just outside? It's not really a big deal but you refusing to tell him only makes him more curious. He doesn't mind either way since he knows you're responsible enough to look after it.

He's a little taken aback when the other bunny starts demanding attention. You had another one? He didn't think bunnies generally liked being touched so you might need to reassure him that it's okay. The size difference between Blossom and this other bunny is interesting to him. Are they the same breed or are there just different sizes of bunnies?

Vanilla

Oh my stars! That is the most precious thing he's ever seen! He loves Blossom already! They're so small and cute in their little dress! Can he hold them? He's positively smitten so I hope you don't get jealous if he pays more attention to the bunny for a while.

Where'd you even get such a small bunny? He's asking for a friend of course, no other reason. He wants to get another one so Blossom can have a friend, but he doesn't push the topic if you won't say. He hasn't had a bunny for a pet before so it's probably best that he learns how to care for one before getting another.

Wait, you had another bunny all along?! And it's wearing a matching dress?! That's too precious and he might die if things get any cuter. He's perfectly happy to pet this new bunny but he's gonna want a picture of them so he can look at how cute they are later on.

Underfell: Crimson (Sans) & Scar (Papyrus)

Crimson

Aw, that's adorable. He's not really interested in bunnies but he can appreciate cute things. He didn't know bunnies could be that small though. Are you sure this isn't a baby one? Don't ask him to play dress up or anything, cause he's worried he'll hurt the poor thing with his claws.

He's definitely concerned when you won't tell him where you got it. Blossom doesn't look like a wild bunny and he's not sure if you're aware that his brother raises rabbits or not. Oh well, he trusts that you'll take care of it.

Okay, that's definitely one of the bunnies from the barn. Why did you bring it inside and put it in a matching dress? He doesn't have the heart to tell you that his brother doesn't keep them as pets. He'll pet it just to pacify the both of you. Hopefully, he won't get in trouble because of this.

Scar

Cute. He's not the type to keep small creatures as pets but he's not gonna stop you from doing so if it makes you happy. Of course, that's providing you take care of and clean up after it properly. The mini lolita dress is rather cute on it though.

Why are you being so secretive? If you've got nothing to hide, why won't you just tell him where you got the bunny? He's certainly suspicious of you now.

You do realize the rabbits in the barn are livestock and not pets, right? It doesn't belong inside, okay? No, please don't give him that look... You're not making this easy and he's not sure what to do. He ends up giving the bunny attention anyways.

Underswap: Dell (Sans) & Saffron (Papyrus)

Dell

Aw, they're so small and they're in a dress! You named it Blossom too? He might melt this is so cute. He won't hurt them if he picks them up, right? You might've just lost your pet if you don't speak up cause he's already fallen for them.

Not fair, he wants to know all about Blossom, including where you got them. Maybe it's for the best though. He doesn't know how to look after bunnies but that won't stop him from buying more cute outfits and toys for them.

Nevermind about getting another bunny when you were smart enough to know that he'd want one. He's gonna give it so much love and attention! Does it like have its fur brushed? What happens if it's teeth grow too long? He's got sooo many questions now.

Saffron

He's got the cheekiest smile on his face and keeps looking between you and Blossom. Brace yourself because he's going to make exclusively rabbit based puns from now on. If he wasn't already comparing you to a bunny because of your quiet demeanor, he's definitely gonna now. He's also gonna take loads of pictures of you two cause you're both so adorable.

Oh, you won't tell him where you got Blossom? Fine, but don't expect the puns and teasing to slow down until you do. He'll probably secretly buy them an outfit that is the complete opposite of a lolita dress, partially to mess with you but also because he thinks it would be really cute.

He actually really likes bunnies so he's really happy you have a larger one. He wouldn't want to accidentally hurt Blossom and this one seems like it likes him already. Do bunnies make good snuggle buddies? Maybe not, but that won't stop him from finding out by letting it sit with him on the couch for a nap.

[pressureplus]

Ah hi there Author-San! Just saw your ask box open so I had to request this prompt which is bugging me forever

The reader is female, but looks exactly identical to Sebastian when he was human, hair, eyes, face, everything. Like identical twins, except for the gender change.

Like one fine day our foish guy is chilling in his shop waiting for the expendables when the reader comes through and open her helmet, causing Sebby to go through five stages of confusion like a washing machine.

Hi there, author here, and I LOVE this idea! Hope you don't mind me running a bit wild with it!

Reflection

Pairing: Sebastian Solace x Fem!Reader

Au: Classic

Warnings: N/A

◞꒷◟ ͜ ͜ ◞ྀི◟୨୧◞ྀི◟ ͜ ͜ ◞꒷◟ ◞꒷◟ ͜ ͜ ◞ྀི◟୨୧◞ྀི◟ ͜ ͜ ◞꒷◟

You broke through the water, hands grasping the metal in front of you with a huff. A bit of a struggle to pull yourself up and into the room, but you managed anyway. Laying flat on your stomach for a moment to try and catch your breath. Any moment to spare that wasn't spent looking over your shoulder for an angler was a good one. You felt yourself begin to relax, but that didnt last long at all as the light in the room mysteriously flickered on. A more golden color than the other rooms you've been in, and higher too? You sit yourself up only to freeze, panic rushing through your veins like shards of ice. There, sitting taller than any of the previous creatures you've encountered, was what you could only describe as some kind of fish man. His fins flick back and forth as he tilts his head. A smile on his face as his upper set of hands clasp together.

“Welcome, welcome! Don't be afraid, I'm not going to hurt you.” His voice is smooth and calm, an unfamiliar playfulness that you'd have never expected of a creature down here ringing through.

“Despite what you may have seen, heard, or been told. My name is Sebastian, your only friend.” You aren't particularly fond of the way he says only. Something about it makes your stomach churn and your anxiety build. You can't tell if that's to say he isn't really your friend, or if that's more to the effect of saying there's more things looking out for you down here. You don't like either option. You don't want anything watching over you, mostly because you don't trust it. You've only ever heard this name spoken by the higher ups in whispers, like he's the boogeyman or something. His voice on the intercom talking about the mess he's made of all the operatives sent down to dispose of him. Its a little hard not to be intimidated.

“There's no need to be so tense, I'm not going to bite. Look. You have data, lots of it. All that data you've been collecting doesn't really have a use to you, now does it? Now I have all sorts of things you might need, medkits, batteries, and the like.” He shifts his tail forward just a bit, allowing you to get a good look at his wares.

“For the price of that data that you certainly have no need for, you could have something actually useful to you down here. Isn't that nice?” He hums out as you stand up. Your hands coming up to your helmet to tug it off with a gasp. A nice deep breath in of the oddly fresh air in here leaves you a bit more relaxed as you shake your head. Your hair falls into a messy heap more so than anything particularly pretty or graceful. Imagine if you could have that kind of hair care routine down here? A girl can dream, right? You lean over to get a good look at Sebastians things, but the fish doesn't say a word. His entire body seems tense, gaze locked on you.

“Uh- everything okay?” You ask, but he seems to almost be staring through you.

“Whats your name?”

“Y/N? Why?” You attempt to ask but he’s already leaned his face close to yours, leaving you both tense and uncomfortable. His third hand falls to your hip to tug you in. One hand pushing your hair back, and the other cupping at your cheek. His eyes bright as they flick around your face. His breath comes out oddly shaky, its hard to tell if that's fear or anger or what. Still he releases you all at once, staring you down like you'll stab him while his back is turned. He seems shaken up, like one of those small puppies that gets lost in rooms that are too big.

“You alright? You're acting really jumpy for a man that was talking so smooth just a moment ago.”

“Where did you get that- why do you look like that?”

“Ouch? I can't exactly help the way I was born. You didn't have to be so rude about it. That's a real fucking mean way of calling me ugly.”

“No- no you're not- that's not-” He attempts to correct himself but really just devolves into confused choked noises.

“Is there something specific about my face you don't like or? Like, should I put the helmet back on?”

“NO! No I just…haven't seen a face like that in a while. You remind me of someone is all. Someone I miss.” You hesitate for a moment before allowing the defensiveness to wash off you. He’s grieving, maybe? I mean seeing someone that looks like a loved one you can't see anymore must hurt, right? Especially down here. You're certain that if you'd been trapped down here as long as he has and saw someone that looked identical to a loved one on the surface, you'd probably freak out too.

“Can- Can you see them again?”

“No. They…They've been dead for a long time.”

“Im sorry for your loss.”

“No, no it's fine. Seeing you was just a bit shocking is all. Never mind that- is there something you wanted to buy?” He tries to carry on, but now, every time you step into his shop. He can't help but let his eyes linger on your face.

[unma]

Heart Laid Bare

Rating: T Ships: Frisk/Sans AU: Crimson Marrow (Classic Undertale) Content Warnings: None Apply (Little bit of body horror but I don't think it's that bad) Word Count: 1,340

Summary:

I laid my beating heart bare for them to see They grasped it tightly, my vulnerable core My gaze wandered; they held me and kissed me And my eyes were opened no more.

or,

Sans has a nightmare about a horrid genocide loop. …It's a nightmare, right?

Takes place after Guided Neither By Heart Nor Head.

For the Frans Monthly challenge of September 2023 (Picnic). @frans-monthly

I tried to lean into the body horror with this one, but since I limited myself to ~1k words, I don't think it's nearly enough. Luckily, this isn't the last fic I have planned for these two (though whether the third fic will actually get written or forever sit in my head is debatable), and trust me, it can always get worse.~ Also, I tried a little bit of poetry for this one because I've been writing poems over the last week (for school, of course). It's pretty fun, so I might do it more often! Let me know what you thought. Thanks to my beta readers, Abyss (Materia) and @ashmonarch for helping me with this!

[ao3feed-undertale1]

Standing in the Light

read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/66772129 by goldenswordfish She fell chasing her sister. Now, disguised as a monster, she’s gambling everything to get Frisk out alive—including trusting a lazy skeleton who sees through her lies. With Asgore’s knights closing in and the king needing one last human soul, survival demands shortcuts through glowing caves and MTT Resort glitter. But Sans’s bone-dry wit and hidden power blur the line between using him… and losing her heart underground. Neutral Route | Slowburn Sans/Reader | Found Family | Protective Siblings Words: 15898, Chapters: 5/?, Language: English Fandoms: Undertale (Video Game) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M Characters: Frisk (Undertale), Sans (Undertale), Papyrus (Undertale), Toriel (Undertale), Alphys (Undertale), Undyne (Undertale), Asgore Dreemurr, Royal Guard 01 (Undertale), Royal Guard 02 (Undertale), Mettaton (Undertale), Snowdin Residents (Undertale), Snowdin Shopkeeper (Undertale), Grillby (Undertale), Monster Kid (Undertale), W. D. Gaster Relationships: Sans (Undertale)/Reader, Alphys/Undyne (Undertale) Additional Tags: Reader Is Not Frisk (Undertale), Reader-Insert, Reader is Frisk's Oldersister, Female Protagonist, Slow Burn, Near Death Experiences, Undertale Neutral Route, Fluff and Angst, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Canon-Typical Violence, Morally Ambiguous Character, Found Family, Royal Scientist Sans (Undertale), Spoilers, Friends to Lovers, Frisk is a Little Shit (Undertale), Female Frisk (Undertale), Canon Sans | Classic Sans (Undertale) read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/66772129

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