#sans x red

[shinechermont]

I wanna see Nix or Condiment 👉👈

QwQ You have no idea how happy I am for knowing people are interested in seeing more of my babies! Let's go with Condiment!

[purplebluepen45]

This post below contains suggestive to lewd content [18+]. Please, scroll down if you are not comfortable with the subject.

Thank you ^^

This is a prompt from @l-egantasshole 's tweet and I took upon this challenge for her ^^

I hope you like it

Heavily referenced by this artwork ^^

[offical-dystopiantale]

It's a little late to be posting but idc, chapter 24 is done and I'm happy to share it with y'all <3

[fandomartist1273]

Just Ori spending some time with her uncles ❤️🧡

[blak-pawed-stuffed-lion]

I just love your drabbles, they are so lovely to read, I can't stop smiling. If the slots are still open could you please write one with any undertale AU ship, where one skeleton tries to help his partner through a panic attack. If it's triggering for you don't feel obligated to do it. Thank you for the great work you do.

4th Milestone Drabble!

Characters: Underfell Sans (Red), Undertale Sans (Sans)Warnings: Panic attack, mentions of past regrets, mentions of past violence, hurt with comfort.Word Count: 722 (short)Relationship: Sans X Red (Kusatrd)

Sans knew that Red has lived a pretty shitty life, evident in the cracked bones, the rough attitude, the missing tooth, and the bright and shining reminder of his ten LV always reared its ugly head after a long day in the Judgement Hall.Red was the rock in his life, big and harsh to the outside world, but soft and calming when Sans needed him to be. He was a lot bigger than Sans, who stood at a meager five foot ten, and weighed easily half of Red, and he found comfort in that. He could lay on his giant of a boyfriend in the dead of night and know he was safe, his nightmares hadn’t reared their ugly head in months since they moved in together.But… well Sans never really considered the reality that Red would need to lean on him. The larger skeleton always seemed so chill and calm and unmovable, like his life hadn’t been hell on earth, like he hadn’t seen much at an age far too young, like he hadn’t done things he regretted.So Sans wasn’t expecting for a moment when he woke up in the dead of night to the harsh sound of rattling breath as he found himself falling to the floor, landing in a loud clatter of bones. He groaned for a moment before he looked to his boyfriend, confused, it was still dark outside, his lover had no right to be up so early, and he was half tempted to tell him that.But when he laid eyes on him he knew he couldn’t, Red was shaking and gasping for breath, and hunching in on himself over the edge of the bed, and big red tears were pouring out of his hollow sockets, and the big guy couldn’t breath, every breath was short and choppy, pushed out in a harsh gasp, the ragged sound of terrified half sobs filling the silent space of there bed room.

Sans was quick to get to his feet, rushing over to his giant of a lover, and he softly cupped his skull. Red jerked his head away, but Sans reached out again, talking this time, “Hey hey hey, big guy, it’s just me, it’s Sansy.” he urged softly. Red’s giant hands came up to hold them to his face and the next half sob he let out sounded almost like relief.

The smaller skeleton nodded, softly stroking the others cheeks with his delicate, thin, smooth thumbs, continuing to whisper to him, “I’m right here, big guy. Just try to breath with me okay?” Sans urged, taking a deep breath in. His counterpart tried to copy him, breath stuttering the first time before the second gasp of air went deeper.

He followed Sans’ lead when he breathed out, slow and long, and in again. Slowly, carefully, hands still on his face, Sans guided Red to turn his body, to lay down with him, still breathing softly, “There you go, stay focused, okay? Stay with me, im right here.” he urged between breaths, and Red nodded, tears still building in his eyes, but no longer streaming down his face in a constant stream.

Sans lay down with him, softly sliding his hand away from the giant skeletons face, Red’s chest stuttered in a fearful breath before San’s hand quickly and gently laid on his shoulders, the calmer skeleton shushing him softly, “I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere. Just- roll on your side and I’ll hold you.” he promised softly.

Red nodded again, relief washed in with his desperate expression, and he turned to lay on his side facing towards the smaller monster. Softly Sans wrapped his arms around Red’s head and shoulders, bringing his face to his chest, and the gold toothed skeleton eagerly buried his face there, still fighting to take deep breaths as he let the smell of ketchup and something distinctly Sans like wash over him, the sound of his softer counterparts soul thrumming through his ears, and the woosh of his deliberate slow breaths continuing to guide his own to a calmer pace.Somewhere along the way Red passed out there, face hidden in Sans’ chest, his lover stroking his skull with gentle fingers, bone rasping soothingly against bone, the sound of stuttered and hushed breathing echoing softly off the walls.

[ask-sugar-skull-sans]

Time to get up (Kustard)

Sans trys to wake red up (cute)

[veryangryfeministfangirl]

Just so fucking tired (continued)

So my brain decided to absolutely obsess over the fic @alemeino wrote AND DIDN'T FINISH GODDAMN YOU @alemeino, so I continued it. I know it's probably hella shitty but I tried my best, don't judge me. K, here goes...

There was a moment's pause.

       They both lunged for the razor. Red got there first, gripping it with both his hands and aiming it at his soul. Sans threw himself forward. Grabbing at Red's hands, he forcibly ripped the razor away, gashing his own hand in the process. He flung it away, down the hallway, ignoring the lowering of his HP and wrestled Red down to the floor. He thanked the stars that Red's HP was lower then his own, otherwise he would never be able to.

       "What the fuck do you think you're doing?!" He screamed. They slumped down in a tangle of arms and legs. Sans' body was shaking with sobs, tears streaming down his face. He gripped Red's jacket tightly.

"I... I-I could've lo-lost you..." He choked. By instinct, he nuzzled deeper into Red's jacket, still holding on for dear life. And not for his. A hand gently brushed a tear away. Red softly whispered, so quietly that Sans could barely hear.

"I'm sorry."

       Sans winced. He never heard Red sound like this. "You should be, you-" he stopped himself before he would say something he'd regret. Taking slow, deep breaths, he forced himself to calm down. He glanced up at Red's face and his heart almost broke. His face, almost always in some sort of grin or smile, no matter how fake, was now blank. Staring into nothingness, tears welled up in his sockets. Red looked down, trying to stay calm. He blinked, before his face crumpled against his will, all that contained frustration, and misery, burst out in sobs that shook him so hard he thought he would break.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry-" repeating it over and over, not caring about the piercing pain every time he moved. Sans clung to him shaking with fear, and regret, and anxiety, and just pure terror while he sobbed together with Red, his mind overrun by emotions and nightmares of his brother dying. How he would hit and punch the wall and himself, stopping only when he was 1/10 of a HP, and then sleeping to restore it, just to be killed again, and faced with another reset. How he would scratch and claw at himself before jolting out of a nightmare he deserved. He deserved this. Not Red.

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They stayed like that, curled around each other, completely silent, until Sans forced himself to move.

Red needed help

Painfully, and slowly, he untangled himself from Red, being extremely careful while doing so, not wanting to hurt the other more.

          He shuffled down the hall, picking up the razor. There was still marrow on it and he took a moment to collect himself before heading down into the kitchen to find the first aid and food. He warmed the leftover bowl of soup in the microwave, found the first aid kit and paused. He took the razor out of his pocket. Turning it over in his hand, he squeezed his eyes shut at the memories flooding back. Throwing the razor into the trash, he made his way upstairs.

        He found Red in the same position as he left him. Patching him up was harder then he thought. For every cut he disinfected and bandaged, he blamed himself. Did he make Red do this? Did he say something wrong? He was selfish, he knew it. Instead of pushing Red to talk about it, he let him keep it in. Who know how long Red felt this way? Months? Years?

All of this was his fault.

         When he finished with him, he pulled his finger glove off his left hand. He wiped the wound with an alcoholic wipe and bandaged it, ignoring the old scars from the time when he actually gave a shit about the resets. He felt like a hypocrite from stopping Red from hurting himself but... he couldn't bare lose him. Not again. The nightmares were enough.

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Instead of trying to move him on the bed, he threw pillows and blankets onto the ground to make one on the floor. Lifting Red with so little HP was way too dangerous for him to attempt. He took blankets and covered Red gently. Stirring the soup, he sat down next to him and brought the spoon to his mouth.

       A couple of sips later and Sans checked his HP.

A quarter of it was back. He felt that tightness in his shoulders ease up a little. When the bowl was empty, he checked again. 3/5 restored. The rest could be restored by sleep. He set pillows next to Red and moved to sit next to him. He slowly wrapped his arms around him, putting his forehead against his. He felt Red's arms wrap around his waist.

        They kissed gently. Sans' hands went up to Red's face, running his fingers down his jaw. Wrapping his arms around his neck, he leaned into the kiss. Red pressed his fingers to his lower spine, and he shivered. They leaned back, into the pillows, Red on top of him, hands holding on to his slightly larger hips. Sans always had wider hips, making him look more feminine then Red, who had an overly bigger bone structure. He swore if Red was a human, he'd have that dorito-shaped torso. He would probably have those wide hips and big ass.

        Red squeezed his hips making him moan quietly, his back arching slightly. Sans paused for a moment to check Red's HP, surprised that it was almost back to normal. The soup really did help. It was his brother's after all, they would need it if something happened to Sans, with a total of 1 HP. He felt that invisible weight ease up on his shoulders. He had nothing to worry about for now. They were both here, alive.

          He hoped it would stay that way.

[danevelkan]

Kustard

Sweet Sans’s

[bonelybab]

Kustard writing prompt: Red decides to further his education and go to college. He thought it would just be another boring class. What he didn’t count on was for his professor, Sans, to be so hot.

[oh fuck me thats good]

SANSCEST

Red quietly walked down the large and empty hallway. How wonderful, he was late to his English class once again due to his room mate messing with the electric.. AGAIN. He shook his head and stopped at the door, peering in to see that his professor, Sans, was going on and on about one of his lectures. Red glared at the other before swinging the door open and walking in. *"Ah, Red, you decided to join us today-" Sans shut up seeing the tired and angered look in his eye lights. *"..." Red quietly walked over to a seat and stared at Sans with a burning hate.Well okay.Sans continued his lecture before sitting back at his desk and taking questions. Red despised him. He felt practically mocked whenever he's around Sans. But why? Oh no it couldn't be the fact that he finds him attractive- oops. Red growled at the thought, face flushing.*"Red, may I talk to you?" The voice echoed in Red's thick skull as he froze. *".. yeah, sure." Red walked over to the other, being much taller and buff than the other, he always needed to look down at him when talking. Sans stood up and crossed his arms, the serious expression melting into a concerned and worried one. *"What's going on? You're constantly showing up late to my class, you're always upset and angry, and you rarely turn in your work.. I don't understand. Do you even want to be here?" Red let out a low hiss. *"That's none of ya business." Sans huffed and shook his head. *"I worry about my students and want them to strive for their best. When I see someone falling behind I just.. I worry and want to help." Red slammed the desk. *"Just shut the hell up.. You're honestly making it harder to not kiss you right now." Sans froze and his face turned bright blow at the comment. *"I-I'm sorry, what?"Red let out a growl and leaned closer to the other male, inches away from his face. *"you fuckin' heard me-" Red was shut up by Sans grabbing his sweater and pulling him into a sloppy kiss.*"I-I shouldn't be doing this- please don't tell anyone.."*"Suck my dick and we've a deal."

[askthepacifistmultiverse]

Kustard wedding. This popped up in my head in a spur of the moment during the stream.