#ut fan fic

[sinfulauthorwrites]

Kinktober 2024 Day 14: Sex Swing

The sex swing featured is loosely modeled after this one (minus the color, of course) if anyone needs a visual reference!

🩵 Many thanks to @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction for the prompts list! 🩵

Ship: Mettaton EX x GN!Reader

Word count: 100

Applicable Tags: Sex Swing, Undescribed Penetrative Sex, Interchangeable Robot Genitalia, Reader is a Human, Reader Is Not Frisk, POV Second Person

Mettaton’s cock pistons in and out of you, vibrating with each thrust. You hang above the ground in the swing he had specially ordered in pink, padded fabric. Your supported head leans back just enough to give you a view of the android monster’s retinas flickering in pink heart shapes.

His glitching moans and the sound of his latex body slapping your skin fill the air, a lewd combination of sounds. “Oh y-yes~! Just a little m-more, darling!” His grip on the bar holding the contraption together tightens, using his force to push both you and himself towards your climaxes.

Liked this and want more? Check the full Kinktober fic on my AO3 here!

[oneshotgremlin]

First impressions on Fake Peppino Friday (aka how Pep and Fep first met in my interp):

(Context: Back in the earlier versions of pizza tower, the tunnel chase was a lot harder, and there’s this one drop that immediately goes into an overhang. When I say that I tried SO many times to grab slide through it but because of how little space there was I just KEPT GRABBING AT THE WALL OH MY GOD

Anyways, I like to keep my failures in my interpretation. Adds a je ne sais quoi to some of the character dynamics [judgement and concern])

No because this is actually so funny if you think about. Imagine being in Fake Peppino's shoes, right?

You're alone in in your restaurant. Waiting. Anticipating. And then you hear it. Footsteps.

You turn around and you see...You. You, but not. The You you've been watching on static riddled TV screens. The You you've heard your pizza-headed creator curse out so much, yet fail to measure up to.

It's the You you should've been.

You scream and you scream with him. "He can't get past you. Don't let him get to staff only." It's the one task your creator drilled into your head, above pizza making.

You attack.

And you can't keep up with him as you fight. Even in person, giving everything you've got, even getting some hits in, you still fail to compare to him.

But when the floor beneath both of you breaks, and he speeds away running for his life, he crashes into an overhang in the tunnel you've fallen in.

As he panickedly scrabbles against the dark stone, you finally catch up to him and. Bite. Down.

The world goes black. Then you're standing back in your restaurant. You aren't entirely surprised, nothing truly stays dead or destroyed in this tower. From the levels to the pillars to even the people, they all come back one way or another.

You hear footsteps. You turn around.

It's You.

...[TWO HOURS LATER]...

Oh Cheesus Crust it's You again.

You don't know how many times he's gone through your boss room, and at this point you're too afraid to keep count.

He doesn't even scream after walking in anymore. Neither do you. You're unspeakably worried for this man's sanity, assuming that it exists in the first place (you're less and less sure it does with every reattempt he makes).

You're not actually sure if he's even trying to get past you at this point. If anything he's decided to have a blood feud with one particular overhang in the tunnel and is somehow sorely losing.

Again.

At this point, you're pretty confident you know every single Italian and American swear in the global lexicon, along with some new ones that were invented within the last two hours alone.

As you once again catch up to him, you don't even bother biting him. Clearly getting repeatedly crushed into pulp is not the deterrent it is for every single other creature in this tower. You scruff his shirt with your teeth and carry him out and he just lets you like he did for the past hour or so. Soon enough he'll be back re-doing the same song and dance you've done for 2 hours straight before racing off to fistfight The Wall.

You don't know what this man's malfunction is but maybe you should be a little grateful that you aren't entirely like him after all.

(Bonus doodle for the peeps that read through it all):

[condemnationau]

Chapter 1: Episode 3 First | Previous | Next

Hihi, a short episode today so that I can get all of the boring exposition out of the way...I've got a longer episode planned next, I've started illustrating it and it's extremely detailed but I've gotten into the groove of drawing these sillies :)

I got a paperlike screen protector for my tablet and it ate through all of my 6 replacement nibs so I had to wait for my order to be delivered before I could finish this :,)))

Although tomorrow is my first day back at uni, I'm determined to get an episode out every week as it genuinely is exciting for me to start!

Anywho, enough of my rambles, the confused papyrus arc begins >:)

[villowstar]

enjoying freedom post-pacifist route :)

[spotaus]

Ah, my English Professor just introduced the class to AU Fan Fiction. I'm unwell.

[wishingstarinajar]

Sorry for sending you a message but can I ask what happened to your Wakfu fanfiction ? I can't find it anymore on Deviantart

Not sure if you are the same person who sent me a note on DeviantArt yesterday to ask a similar question BUT if you aren't, I made a status update to explain that all my Wakfu and other fanfics have been put in storage. They were outdated and the formatting wasn't that great anymore after the Eclipse makeover a few years ago, so I decided to yeet them (into storage, that is).

If you want to read my Wakfu stuff, you can head over to my AO3. You can find my Wakfu and Transformers fanfics there. Link below!

https://archiveofourown.org/users/WishingStarInAJar

Enjoy~

[gae-spoon]

Thinking of writing a fanfiction but where should I post it?

I was thinking Ao3 and I've been trying to get an account for years but i never get an invite :/

Ig I could post here but I prefer Ao3's layout tbh

It'll be a GrillbyxReader cuz he's my man and I need more of him

[written-in-the-stars135]

Chapter three out now!! The plot is really starting to pick up! Details under the cut

Chapters: 3/11 Fandom: Undertale (Video Game) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: W. D. Gaster & Papyrus & Sans, Asgore Dreemurr & W. D. Gaster, Asgore Dreemurr & Flowey, Papyrus & Sans (Undertale), Asgore Dreemurr & Frisk, Flowey & Frisk (Undertale), Alphys/Undyne (Undertale), Alphys & Sans (Undertale), Alphys & W. D. Gaster Characters: Sans (Undertale), Papyrus (Undertale), W. D. Gaster, Asgore Dreemurr, Alphys (Undertale), Undyne (Undertale), Frisk (Undertale), Flowey (Undertale) Summary:

Gaster is out of the void. monsters are free, but ghosts still haunt our favorite characters, Gaster hides from his past, Sans and Papyrus are secretive as ever, and all Asgore wants is to help his friends, but when Flowey catches wind of his discoveries things quickly get out of hand

[friedbabyteeth]

If you had to ask HorrorTale Toriel something what would you ask? Please help I need another option for my fic 🙏🙏

[simcardiac-arrested]

Go go go cutscene cutscene cutscene!!!

been thinking about one of my favorite undertale fics lately, it’s like. the best undertale fic to me if not the best fic on ao3 period. i liek it so much. it’s the scientist series by talkingsoup and i will Never stop talking about like i Know i have mentioned it before but i am physically incapable of shutting up about it. it’s so good. i once tried to get my best friend to read it even though she doesn’t know english but i tried to convince her to read it with google translate (it didn’t last long but it was worth the effort). it’s So Good. i discovered it in like 2018 or 2019 and have reread it at least two times since it’s just like AUEHGGHHH. gaster’s downfall and then him haunting the narrative … the exploration of sans’ backstory …… the characterizations ………. it’s all very well written and also very dark and traumatic. They make Shit happen to these characters. but it gets better. i think ? i have never finished the series because iirc it only finished around a year ago and i haven’t reread it since. but i am Thinking about it. it’ll probably take me months because 1. i have to come to terms with the fact that one of my favorite stories will be Finished(tm) 2. i have to hype myself up to reread it because it’s a very long series with like 400k words or something AND the second installment is verrrry dark and heavy considering it explores the whole reset bullshit and flowey is putting sans through 29263937 meatgrinders

[cinturon-cadena]

Love the art!!

And if you guys are all looking for a fic that near-perfectly encapsulates the feeling of being aware of Not Remembering, may I HIGHLY Recommend the series, The Scientist, and in particular, Entropy, by Talking Soup on AO3.

The Scientist is a brilliant interpretation of the rise and fall of the Man Who Speaks In Hands himself, Dr. Gaster. It's a chilling recount of the story from both Gaster's and later, once Gaster's mind begins spiralling deeper and deeper into incoherent madness, Sans' points of view. It begins from the sealing of the Underground and goes through the first Fallen Child to the rest of the Fallen Children to Gaster's unfortunate demise. Lots of Psychological Horror and Angst, if you like that sort of thing :)

Entropy is the second installment and deals with the Aftermath of a shattered Timeline from Sans' perspective. The Angst levels rise even more as we witness him desperately try to hang onto whatever memories are slipping away, whilst keeping a journal of every stumble-step of deja-vu he feels. It becomes horrifyingly common for him to check his journal only to find not just 1, not 3 or 5, but 15, 20+ extra tally marks that he never remembers making.

Talking Soup is a genius at placing you in the minds of both Gaster and Sans as they feel their grip on reality slowly slipping in different ways. WARNING: this series WILL induce anxiety from the sheer skill of Psychological horror writing! If you can handle that kind of anxiety, you will love it!

P.S. - You don't necessarily need to read The Scientist to understand Entropy; they're pretty self-contained. Just one more example of Talking Soup's skill as a writer!

being aware of the resets without remembering any of it would fucking SUUUCK dude. imagine going about your everyday life wondering how many times you've repeated the moment you're currently in. aren't you glad you aren't this guy

[sinfulauthorwrites]

Dream Machine - A Mettaton x Reader Fic

As you lie awake in bed, only able to focus on your worries, your boyfriend Mettaton offers encouragement and help.

So, not so fun fact: while I had this idea rattling around my head for a while, I only got down to writing it while I was in the psych ward 🙃 Though, writing fic by hand in a journal without autocorrect or Grammarly made me feel like one of the OG Star Trek slash shippers in the 60s, which was a really fun feeling! Aside from word choice and a few extra sentences, the typed version remains relatively unchanged from the handwritten one, though I may still share the pics of my journal on Tumblr or Twitter! Also, the title comes from the Steam Powered Giraffe song of the same name!

Rating: General Audiences

Ship: Mettaton EX x GN!Reader

Word Count: 891

Applicable Tags: Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Reader Is Not Frisk, Reader Has Anxiety (the anxiety isn't specified, it's more open-ended for the reader to project onto), Self-Worth Issues, Self-Esteem Issues, Meditation, Sleep, Crying, Fluff, Established Relationship, Pet Names, POV Second Person, Not Beta Read

You lie awake in bed next to your android boyfriend. He was already powered into sleep mode for the night, as his LED eye displays were dimmed and his tail-like charging cord plugged into the nearby wall. You look at him for a moment before turning to the pink canopy of the bed above you, starting at the shadows in the fabric formed by the lights from outside your shared penthouse apartment. The darkness warped, presenting visual manifestations of the problems keeping you from sleep. 

Yes, you knew Mettaton had his worries, but as the Underground’s biggest star now on the surface, he had much more significant concerns compared to yours. Tour dates, filming, recording sessions, the list goes on. Yours are small compared to his. Insignificant. Human. You feel your stress tug your eyelids open, preventing your “beauty rest,” as your boyfriend lovingly called it. As you shift once more and pull the satin sheets closer to you, you hear a familiar boot-up sound and fans whirring to life. Oh shit. Your tossing and turning set off Mettaton’s motion detection, a vestigial feature not yet removed since his purpose was changed.

“D-darling, is something the matter?” The robot’s voice glitches momentarily, his now-illuminated pink eyes looking at you with concern.

“Y-yeah! I must’ve rolled over too far,” you nervously chuckle. “I didn’t mean to wake you, babe. Get some rest, as neither of us wants you low on battery tomorrow.”

Mettaton purses his lips, not taking no for an answer. “Darling, look at me.” His tone sharpens when you curl up tighter with your back facing him. “Look. At. Me.” With a resigned sigh, you turn to face him. “Oh, beautiful,” he sighs, cupping your cheek with his gloved hand, his thumb circling below the dark bags and worry lines underneath your eyes. “How much sleep have you been getting lately?”

You mumble your response, prompting your boyfriend to look at you sternly. “Usually only two hours a night, especially when you’re not here,” you fess up.

You can see the guilt hit your boyfriend, causing you to quickly run your hand through his synthetic hair and reassure him. “It’s not because of you, I promise!”

“But why didn’t you tell me sooner?” Despite being the biggest celebrity of the century, Mettaton still immensely cares for you. You’re his star, his world, his everything. Seeing you suffer makes his SOUL feel like shattering.

You inhale deeply. “I-” you quickly correct yourself. “It just feels all so unimportant compared to you. I mean, you’ve got so much amazing stuff going on right now. And with me, it’s just…” You hesitate momentarily, unsure if you want to continue, until you see Mettaton nod with understanding and compassion. Soon, your words flow out of you, every insecurity and doubt leaving your lips. Tears begin to fall from your eyes, leaving small damp spots on the pillowcase you rested on. Mettaton extends his arm in back of him to pass you a tissue box, the lotion-infused tissues a welcome relief for your sore eyes.

“Did that help you feel better, sweetheart?” You nod, and Mettaton presses a soft kiss to your forehead. “Good. Now, I want you to listen to me very closely.” You nod, and the robot cups your cheeks once more. “You will never, ever be inconsequential to me, darling. You mean so much, not just to me but to everyone around you! Don’t ever feel like you don’t matter, or whatever you’re going through doesn’t matter, either. I care, we care.” He kisses you on the lips this time. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” you murmur back, held tight in his embrace.

After a few moments, Mettaton lets go. “Do you think you’ll be able to sleep now, darling?”

You let out another breathy, anxious chuckle. “Probably not, to be honest. It’s alright, though. I’ll make it up tomorrow during the day.”

“There has to be something we can do, sweetheart.” Mettaton’s pupils shift from his usual hearts into turning gears before changing to a lightbulb emoticon. “Hey! It’s not technically released yet, but Blooky and Alphys were working on music to benefit monsters and humans!” He shoots you one of his signature grins. “Co-produced by yours truly, of course!” Mettaton finds the demo CD in the nightstand drawer, preparing to play it from his speakers. “How would you like to be our first test subject?” His eyes sparkle with encouragement, and you just can’t say no to him. 

The robot pats the bed, motioning for you to lie down. He loads the CD into one of the slots built into his EX form, his other hand drifting down to hold yours. The ambient tones soon lull you into a reverie, with the faint sounds of rushing water mixed into the track. It’s an obvious callback to the family of ghostly cousins’ original abode, but it soothes your mind as your anxieties flow away. As you close your eyes, you feel the sensation of the water surrounding you, floating through space and time and easing your body and mind. Mettaton’s hand is a tether to the physical world, keeping you grounded as your mind drifts away peacefully. Although they were once wide and bloodshot, your eyes become heavy and worn as you finally sail away into a restful sleep.

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[ask-codeearasure]

My Internet has committed death and I might not get it back till Tuesday. In case it doesn't, thus I'm not able to post the next chapter on time, I'm going to allow people to ask anything about me (Ouija), and/or the characters / OCs so long as it doesn't go into too heavy of a spoiler territory. This will still count towards Ink's future Paint Supply.

So yeah.

Also I might post smol doodles here and there if asked. And that is a hard maybe because carpal tunnel is still hunting me down. It's been months and it is still after me. Send help.

--- Ouija

[condemnationau]

Chapter 1: Episode 5 First | Previous | Next

Hihi, late upload- I'M NOT DEAD!!! TvT

The timing of working on this CAU episode couldn't have been any worse than it was- I had an interview, a presentation and my mental health took a toll BUT I was determined to get this episode done >:)

This episode was supposed to be an entire 3-4 pages longer- but I think it would be best to consistently pump out episodes in a length that allows me to keep the art at a quality I'm satisfied with, rather than inconsistently posted long episodes with less details...I hope you agree with that sentiment TuT

Finally, the drama begins <3 I think it's a little silly since it's a lot colder in the underground than Papyrus is used to, and Sans is quick to shift gears into "protect-and-care-for" mode hehe :,)

Anyways, I'll stop rambling, TYSM TO EVERYONE WHO HAS BEEN READING AND ENJOYING THE STORY SO FAR!!!

[buff-borf-bork]

Basics of Newhaunt

I'm not feeling starting a proper fic right now, so the basics of Newhaunt

The earthquake was not natural. It was in fact, that universes Sans machine reacting with Alphys determination extractor which had been put in a museum. Sans had, as in most AUs, accidentally pulled through other AU's. Not just other San's and Paps, but their realities. All of these different versions of Mt. Ebott trying to suddenly occupy the same space and reality mixed with the magic sort of radiation pulse from that, combined with the determination extractor, it all worked together to create the earthquake and sink half the island. The universe struggling to sew all of this into one place is the main cause of the magic radiation pulsing from the island, a minor bit from the state the occupants were left in.

the other effect was on the residence.

Monsters can no longer keep a solid form, not easily anyways. They're not suddenly ghost monsters, but to the unknowing, are very similar. The dust making up their bodies swirls and drifts, their magic hardly able to keep it all in one place and focus is needed if they want to look as stable as they once did. They're are different types of them, depending on the skill they focused on the most in their new states.

Humans are almost ghosts in the true sense of the word. Their souls pushed out of their bodies, but still able to appear as themselves in a translucent form of light, the colour of their souls. Their souls float in the center of their being. Their bodies are still around and never rot, the bodies are not dead, just missing their souls. The levels of unstable magic around seem to keep the bodies magically preserved in time. Most keep their bodies somewhere in their home, hoping maybe one day they'll be put back inside.

The problem the game (since i was originally planning this as a ttrpg) or story would start with once the mc is oriented, is that souls and people are going missing and no one knows why, who, or where. It's less talked about, most not noticing with their bodies neatly tucked away. But bodies are going missing as well.

the AU's included are

Undertale

Underswap

Underfell

Horrortale

Beasttale

Cureswap (own separate AU)

hrm. I don't want to start writing a fic for it right now, but i could post next the small ficlets i wrote before to cement to myself certain characterizations and how the characters were living before the story starts?

or one of the boss monsters i had planned and the interactions with them before the fight.

[idkwhatimdoing1981]

I only wrote one farcille smut fic but maybe I should write another idk.