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      Depictions_Of_Violence, Underage
  Category:
      F/F, F/M, M/M
  Fandom:
      Undertale_(Video_Game)
  Relationship:
      Sans_(Undertale)/Reader, Sans_(Undertale)/Reader_(OC), Sans_(Underfell)/
      Reader, Sans_(Mafiatale)/Reader
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      Reader_(OC), Sans_(Undertale), Reader, Error!Sans, Ink!Sans, Sans_
      (Underfell), Tone!Sans, Sans_(Mafiatale), Verdana/Reader_(OC), Roman/
      Reader_(OC)
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      Vagina, Ecto-Anus, Ecto-Tongue, over-stimulation, Rough_Sex, Plot_What
      Plot/Porn_Without_Plot, References_to_Abuse, Starvation, Skinny_Reader,
      Small_reader, Disowning, Adopting, Alternate_Universe_-_Underfell,
      EdgyLord, EdgyLord_Needs_A_Hug, Blind_Sans, Lost_Sans, Alternate_Universe
      -_UnderTone, Dry_Humping, Flowers❤, Racism, monster_racism, Prostitution,
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      Published: 2016-08-29 Updated: 2016-12-10 Chapters: 10/? Words: 10739
****** We All Need To Get An Extra Bone ******
by SniffleDipple
Summary
     I am NOT proud of my title XDD.
     This is just a one-shot full of Sans, reader can be whatever you
     want. My OC, your OC, just a normal human, whatever you want. Just
     request! :D
     (Anything is allowed, like smut or something I'll allow p much
     anything)
***** Send me Requests now! :D *****
Okay. So this is going to be my own One-shot collection! Ask me to make
whatever you want me to make with Sans and Reader! Or your own OC or mine or
whatever! Just send me a comment about it and I'll try my best to make it! :D.
Thank youuu!
***** You Learn Something New Everyday *****
Chapter Summary
     okay, since no one specified what the reader was, I went with just a
     normal fem!reader. :> hope you like, sry it was rather small.
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Request By poplynne: how about Sans not knowing how the human body works at
all? Like she sneezes and he flips out, or something as little as finding the
hair she shedded on her shirt. and he thinks she's slowly dieing. Or you could
go a more smutty route and him not knowing how to pleasure her at all (not
knowing the human body), and she slowly guides him through it.
===============================================================================
 
Sometimes, Sans can get VERY clingy when normal things happen to you. For
example, he questioned why you needed to go to the bathroom so many times, you
had explained it to him, and he flipped out thinking that emptying your gut
would hollow you out and kill you...
 
Needless to say you were more than amused.
 
You are currently sitting on one side of a green couch, your skeleton boyfriend
on the other, watching some weird anime that you honestly don't care about.
Sans just wanted to watch it because it explains some, as he put it, 'human
squishy things that moves around inside of you'. If you were honest with
yourself, you were a little disgusted, but you just hate the thought of guts
and blood in general so that's not new.
 
Your eye lids lower in exhaustion, you had done a lot today, painted your huge
bedroom, put up some paintings on the walls, all that jazz. It seems like all
that was coming back to kick you in the back.
 
You feel a tiny bit of dust tickle your nose and you get the urge to sneeze,
breathing in deeply, and sneezing rather loudly. Luckily no snot came out so
you're safe from embarrising yourself in front of Sans.
 
“Oh, 'scuse me-” You're cut off.
 
“what the hell was that?!”
 
You look over to your boyfriend, only to find him on the outside of the couch,
crouching behind it as if he was about to get hit by a bat. You look at him
confused.
 
“Why are you there?” He looks at you, slightly frightened. Did you do something
or...?
 
“did you nearly blow up?!” He screeches at you, and you think for a moment.
Does he think your sneeze was a bomb?! You can't help but let hysterical
laughter come out of your throat, and he looks even more scared.
 
“WHY'RE YOU LAUGHING?!?! ARE YOU DYING?!?!” Oh jesus christ... You laugh more,
falling off the couch and onto the floor. He crawls slowly over towards you as
you try to calm yourself down.
 
“N-no... heheheh, t-that was just me sneezing.” He's shaking, oh no! You reach
out a hand to him with a smile to calm him down, and he grasps it tightly,
pulling your entire body up towards him.
 
“explain, please...?” He asks simply. You smile at him encouragingly.
 
“You see, there was some dust in the air, and when it came down it touched my
nose. It's as if it tickled me and it made me sneeze. There's nothing wrong
with it Sans, it just means that I might shoot snot everywhere. I didn't this
time, luckily.” You try to explain simply. His face scrunches up in
concentration, like Papyrus when he's trying to solve a hard puzzle. He sighs
and nuzzles his face on your forhead.
 
“you're bad at explainin' things... i'll just search it then... google is a
wonderful place.” He says, and you whack his arm.
 
“Whatever. Just don't freak out like that on me again please.”
 
 
After that day Sans indeed did search it up, and after that, he won't stop
getting a feather and tickling your nose, trying to make you sneeze. It never
worked, feathers don't work with you.
 
But it was getting goddamn annoying.
 
Soon he realized that feathers weren't working on you, so he just gave up and
waited for you to sneeze again. It was when you both were watching a movie,
that dust flew by your nose again.
 
You sneeze on yourself.
 
“haha! that's so weird, i didn't think tha...” he trails off once he gets a
good look at you, then bursts into laughter.
 
You're covered in snot.
 
“Fuck you, Sans.”
 
Chapter End Notes
     Oh Sansy, there is much to learn x3.
***** Sometimes, We All Just Want A Little Comfort *****
Chapter Summary
     bleh put summary here. :3
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Request By Mayapple123: I have a bit of a idea, reader is a lot like sans in
personality, funny and sad. And reader spills a bit to sans, and cuddling
ensues.
I love fluff and angst but i hate crying.
 
===============================================================================
 
You've always hated the thought of experiments. It scared you, and the possible
out comes from them are terrifying. You had to watch someone get injured and
another die once with your father, because you were both unprepared and too
excited to notice that there was something wrong with the machine you tested
on.
 
So when your boyfriend, Sans The Skeleton, tells you that he loves science and
got a job at a lab, you're more than just horrified.
 
When he told you this, you had fallen into slight depression and huge amounts
of anxiety. He had gotten a job at a lab, were the lab is you do not know, you
just don't want him there. You just want him here, with you, lying in bed and
holding you close. You don't want to hold the fear of never seeing him again
because he failed an experiment or something.
 
You're lying on the bed you share with Sans, shaking from the nerves wracking
through you. Your eyes keeping flitting around the room, and you can feel your
SOUL call out for his safety. The worst possible senarioes pops through your
anxiety filled brain.
 
Sans' body lying motionless in a burnt down lab, a machine had exploded the
entire place, and you were too stupid to not visit earlier. You could've saved
him. Could've convinced him he didn't have to work here. But you didn't.
 
You feel yourself start shaking harder, and your body unconsciously sits in the
fetal position.
 
One of the Royal Guards coming up to your door, knocking. You open it only to
be greeted with very upset pups. They hold out a jar filled with dust, and your
shaking hands take it, the silence killing you. You look at the dust more
clearly, there's a sticker on it. 'In Memory of Sans The Skeleton'.
 
Your hands grasp at your hair, pulling harshly, but you're too upset to care
about the pain right now. You need Sans now! Where is he?! He's surposed to be
here now!
 
You're running up the stairs towards Sans' lab, red alarms going off around
you. You slam open a door and there he stands. He's currently messing with
buttons on a side pannel, sweating and running everywhere in a lab coat. You
run up to him to pull him away, to try and save him before the place explodes.
He spots you and his eye blazes up, throwing his arm out to chuck you back by
the door. You look at him, tears running down your face, reaching a hand out
towards him. He smiles sadly at you, blue tears forming in his sockets as he
reaches out to you too. Everything explodes.
 
You start hyperventalating, kicking your legs around the bed, tears soaking the
pillow beneath your head. Other scenes appear in your head, horrifyingly
realistic, and you don't hear the door to the bedroom creak open.
 
“babe...?” You jump at the deep voice and whip your head towards the door. Your
breathing calms insanely to see Sans standing there, concern all over his
features. When he knows you've seen him, he drops his bags by the door and
walks over to you quickly, using the back of his hand to wipe away the tears on
your cheek.
 
“what's wrong?”
 
You squeeze your eyes shut tightly, and grab his jacket. You pull him towards
you, and you embrace him. He instantly hugs you back, knowing that you really
need this. After what feels like forever, you finally calm down, breath back to
normal. Sans pulls away from you to look directly into your puffy eyes.
 
“what happened?”
 
You look down, not wanting to explain yourself. You wish he didn't see you like
this, now he's going to think your pathetic. You can't even look after
yourself...
 
“look at me.”
 
You do as told and look up, surprised by all the love his gaze holds towards
you.
 
“tell me what's wrong, you can trust me.” He rubs yours cheek affectionatly
again, and you sigh, closing your eyes.
 
“I-I just... worry... I worry that... When you leave to go to the lab... I keep
thinking I'll never see you again because of an accident... That might
happen... A-and I wouldn't be able to help...” You whisper, barely audible, but
he heard it. He grabs you under your arm pits and pulls you to sit on his lap
on the floor. He hugs you tightly.
 
“that's not going to happen. i will always be back to see you, i won't ever
leave you.” He says, his tone completely serious. You feel tears well up in
your eyes again.
 
“Y-you don't know that...” You whimper, stuffing your face into his shoulder.
He hugs you even tighter.
 
“yeah, i do. wanna know how?” You nod. “1st, because i'm the best, 2nd,
because-,” He pulls away from you suddenly, then wiggles his fingers in front
of you. “maaaagic~.” You chuckle then nod again, hoping that he's right.
 
He always did come back after that.
 
Chapter End Notes
     heheheheheheh. The person who requested this didn't want any crying?
     HAH! I GIVE YOU CRYING!! MWHAHAHAHAAAHAHH
***** Sharing Is Caring?? *****
Chapter Summary
     oh dear..
     This One-shot has my OC in is by the way. It's Verdana :>. Just so ya
     know. Her story is on my other fic 'The Extra Fonts'.
     There is a picture at the bottom of Chapter 1 on that fic if u want
     to look but here's just some details about her.
     Verdana is my OC I made :>:-
     OC Name: Verdana
     Age: Unknown (Thousands of years old)
     Height: 6.5ft
     Powers: Right eye glows yellow, has Gaster Blasters (but they have
     bodies not just a head), sharp bone atks, and the rest is unknown to
     ppl rn ;)
     Markings: Huge crack in right eye socket, arms covered in cracks and
     chips.
     Eyes: White Pinpricks, right eye can be yellow flame, other eye is
     unknown
     Hair: None (;-;)
     Appearance: Is a skeleton, crack in right eye socket, purple hoodie
     with fur lined hood, tight jeans and a yellow sweater. Also has a
     tail. Puffs smoke out occasionally because she has too much magic for
     her body to hold.
     Personality: Secretive, defensive, cares about family, Protective,
     Affectionate, Powerful (like rly powerful xD), hates most of
     humanity, used to fight in the human war, hates asgore and maybe
     toriel xD.
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Request By Kitty_cat: Can you make Error and Ink to fight each other for
Verdana while she is in heat? (And if you don't have a idea on which one to
take her, can they take turns? or just share? *shrug shoulders*)
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“Ffffu~ck...” You moan as you stroke your spine faster.
 
You had been taking a trip into the woods, taking in the beautiful view when
for some reason, your heat hit you at full force. It came quick enough for you
to face plant into the snow. You had crawled away behind a tree, still lying
down, but out of sight from anyone else.
 
You move your hand lower, adding pressure onto your sacrum, and you cry out,
thrusting into your hand. Your magic makes your ecto-vagina, and you eagerly
use the hand stroking your sacrum to push onto your clit. You breath quickens,
yellow blush darkening as you close your eye sockets, tongue lolling out of
your mouth.
 
 
"w̉͛̒͛ͤell̐ͤ̍̇,̔͋̈́ ̊̾l͐͊̀͑̀̉o̊̓̒o̊͆ͮk̂̆̃s̄ͣ̈̅ͮͮ ͒̋̔̚l̐ͧ̓̈́͑ͩi̇̚k̆ͫ͑̋eͪ
̍̅͋̓̄so̔m͆̌ͪ̚e͌́͊̓oͯ̉̐n͛e̓ͩ̐̒ n̊ͫ̊̊̒ͨ̇eͪ̂̇̑̒ͣë́̓ͬ͒̏̅d̓ͭ̉̎sͩͪ͛
̓ͫ̎s̊̅ͪoͬͬ̑̈̚mͦ̀̾e̐ ̍̓ͨͯ̿̍̚h̓͌͐e͊ͪͧ̈ͣ̚l͒ͩͮ̍̊͆͑p̆ͮͩͨ͗ͮ̑~ͪͤ." A deep voice
chuckles and you jump, quick to cover yourself before looking around. You yank
your shirt over your spine and lower region to cover it and look up.
 
What.
 
There stands Sans, but it's not the colourful Sans you know. Well, he's still
colourful really, just different.
 
His skull and bones are entirely black like voids, the inside of his eye
sockets a blood red, his left eye socket holding a yellow pupil, that slowly
turns blue on the inside. His teeth are yellow and there are blue strings
flowing down from his sockets, giving him the look of someone crying. His
carpals and metacarpals are black, but his phalanges go from red to yellow. He
wears a black hoodie that turns into a dark blue at the top, a red sweater
underneath and black pants with blue stripes. His body is glitched out, words
like 'ERROR' surrounding him. He's looking at you hungrily as you gawk at him.
 
“W-what?” You stutter, pulling your shirt lower so he doesn't see you. The heat
is becoming unbearable and the scent of a male monster being so close to you is
driving you insane.
 
"y̏̒oͥ͆u͗̾ͬ̅ͫ̐ͤ ͤͫlͯ̑ͬ͗̃ͯo͐̅o͂kͤ ͮ̍̀ͪ̎ͤͤs̾͛̾̓o
pͩ̏ăt̓̚h̒̉̐̚eͬ͊̄̋t̽͊̏͋i͒̄ͫ͒ͥ̾cͪ̊̚ ͥ̄͊́̓̽ͣsͫ̈ͥãͤͦ̆̓͑̊t̐̿
̾ͦͨ̉ͤ̏t̏ͪ̅h͑̓̚ẻ̓ͩ̓͆ͥͬre͗ͬ̚.̌͂.ͤ̀̈́ͪ͒̚. ̈̔m̾̐̊a͑ͩ̉̃̌ͭy̋̌͑͋̓ͨb͑ͬ̏͌̍̚ė̅ͬ̐͌
̐ͫ̎́͑̊i ̄̇ͦ͆̅̿ͨcͯ͑ͦͭ̊̀ͪanͬ ̍h̾e͆ͪl̽p̏̇̇͑͐ ͛͋̿ͮ̊yö́̒ͭ̓u ̔ͯ̈́ͥ̅ͥ͗o̎̔ͩ̈́̉ut̉͑,͊ͭ̊ͦ̂ͩ
͊̿̀sͫͣ̈́͂wè̂̏e͐ͪt̉hĕͦar̄ͩ͒ͭ́ͯ̀t." Suddenly, blue strings appear around his
fingers, and they slowly come towards you. You try to sit up to push away, but
the tree behind you blocks you. You sit there and wait until the blue tendrils
start crawling up your leg, weaving through your tibia and fibula. You moan
quietly, trying to kick your legs out to stop him, but your body won't let you
move. You feel scared, and something hits you.
 
Your body wantshim to take you like this.
 
You won't even be able to control it anymore until he pulls away again.
 
You're fucked.
 
Your pent up magic inside of you starts to join his blue tendrils, your own
yellow ones sneaking out from underneath your shirt. He stalks closer to you,
sinister grin unwavering. His tendrils only just reach up to the top of your
femur when something slices through them, cutting them off in their tracts.
Literally.
 
You hear this Error Sans growl (You've decided to call him that since he's
covered in errors), whipping his head around to find the culprit. You regain
slight control over your body, and the yellow tendrils hide back under your
shirt. You sense another male monster somewhere, and you are only justable to
hold your magic down from going haywire.
 
You hear snow crunch in front of you, and you look up to see your Sans standing
there, though he likes to be called Ink because of his love for art. You try to
stand up to stand your own ground, but with both of their scents so close, you
just flop onto your side, breathing heavily.
 
“back off Error. you can't just do this with her, it's not right. you're
basically raping her!” Ink yells, back turned to you. He's defending you.
 
"p̆̓f̈́ͤ̎̈t,͛ͧͧ͌ ͐͛š͊̿h͒̓ͨe p̂̂r̒̃́o͆̾ͮ͋b̅̽ǎ̽ͤ͛͒̚b̅̿̿̑l̑y̐
̅ͧ̃̀ͧ̎̎w͊̆o̎n'͊̓͑̿t̓ͮ̇̿͛͛̽ ̋ȑeͣ͌̀m̅ͣ͌ͯ͂͐̉e̋͒ͬ͐̂̉m͆͛̏͛̑̚b͌̅e̐͗̑ͫ̓r ͤ̇ȉ̅̍ň͂̍̅
̃͗̍tͮh̿ͮe ̌̏͌̓̀̃3͆̽̽͌̇ d̓ͧ̔ͭ̚a̾y͐̆s ͦͪ̍̓͑h̅͆ͭ̒̚eͩr̍͋ͩ ͪhͨ͑ͮ̐̚ea̓̍͆͌̓̚t͋ͪͪ̾̅
͐͋ͫͥͥ͂̚l̈̾͆͊̓̐̚â͊̚s͒̊̽tsͬͥ̒ ͧ̎ͤ̂fo͑̆͆r,̚ ̎̋ͧ̈In̈̑̆̍̈kͦͩ.̽ ͥhͦ̆̅̿ͧͧo̊͌w
͋̂͑͗ͮč̐a͛̈nͧ͊͒ͫ̂̎̒ ̆̾ÿ́ͧ̽ͪ̆oͨuͫͨ́̚̚ ͣn͒ͯͦͦoͯͧͯ͆ͮ̄̚t́ͣ ̒́hͭe͆̐̊̈l̊̐̋͐̈́ͦ̚p̓̂̇̒ͣ̚
sͩ͋̒͆̅o̓̊͐̍̔̈ͦmͯ̉͂̎͗e̐͑ͣ̌͂o͂̐̐͛̾̒ͯneͮ̔̇
̔ͭ̆ͥͯ̿̇l͂͆ͩ̽̆̏̚oͤ͋̿̈́̂̚o̅͑̇̽͑̇k̀̾iͤ͐̾n͌̈͒g̃̓̈̌ͧ͛ ̅͗ͭͫl͋̓̐͐͂ͤiͣ̂̅̆ͦͩkͧͦ̇͊ë̈ͭ́̔
͂̓ͥ͛̀̐̊t́͗ͬ́h̿ͪͨ̀̈́̂atͣͮ?" Ink turns around to look at your shaking form. You
look him in his eyes, tears forming. His gaze turns into one of concern, but he
turns back to Error.
 
“no, Error. you can't force her into something like this, i'll help her if i
have to but i know what you're like. i'm not going to let you.” He growls at
Error, revealing tiny fangs on either side of his teeth, and you can't help but
shiver at the thought of him using those fangs on your neck.
 
One of your hands unconsciously starts trailing down to your pelvis again, but
it jumps back in surprise when Error appears directly in front of you, picking
you up by the collar. He leans in close to your surprise stricken face and
whispers hotly;
 
"d̋ͤͤ̆̀ö͑͗̎ͣn̾̆̈́͊ͮ͆͑'̿̄̇ͧͯtͭ ̅̍yo͒̾ͫu ͤͪd͒ͪ͑̽̂͐are
̓̋̊̆͛ͬ̉t͑ͭ̆̄o͆̉̾͛uͣ͊ͤ͑c̿̌̋̌̌̋h͗
̃̑̍̈́ỷ̎̽͛̓ou̅̑ͬ̓̔r̆ͫ̔s͂ͭ͗͐̎̃eͦ̐ͥl̓f͐̅͊̏̚.͊͑̔̑.̑͆ͥ̄.͊̉͆̏ͨ͛̚ ̈̿ͥ̃̅ͯi
̐̈́͂w̍̃͗̿aͤñ͑̅̈́nả̏̑ͭ̿͑̈́ ͩ̏͊mͬ̿̋͂͑ͩa̾́͑k̑ͮͣ̃ͨ̓e͗̚ ̏͊̎ŷ͛̓̊̌̒o͂̆̃̎̈́uͧ̍̀ͭͫ
͂͌̽̀̄͗̍s̈́̾̚cȓe͋ͤ͐͊ͦ̃ä̍mͦ̈́̃͑̏ͭ̉ ͒͒̈͌ͥôͪ͌n͛͑̾c̾ͤ͋e ͛î͗̿̊ͦ'͐͂ͪ̔̎̔̐m
̇ͯ̽͑ͪ̋̓dͣo͑ͬ̽ͯ͆̄n̔̀̈̋ͥͭͤeͯͨͧ̔̀ͫ ̌ͬ̾͂͐̚ŵ̓ͤ͆̊̚i̿ͥtͮ̑ͥͮh̉͛̈ͦͮ̌
̃̋̚t̂h͐ͫ̇̅ͤĭͭ̽͆̚s͊ ͦ͐̆̏̔s͊̆hͩ͊̔̾i̽̑t-" He's cut of when Ink grabs his hoodie
and throws him on the floor, rage on his features
 
“DON'T TOUCH HER!” Holy shit. You fall to the ground in a heap, a gasp escaping
you. You've never heard Ink so angry before, but to be honest, it kind of
spurrs you on. You whimper as you lift your head a little, the impact giving
you a slight headache as you rub it. Ink turns to you again, looking guilty
until it whips back to Error, who was standing up rather quickly.
 
"s̉ͪ̔͂ͥͧ̈o̎̏̇ ͥ̀̀̇̒th͂ͭa̍͋́̿͗̐͑t̀ͣ̾͒ͪ'ͬ̑sͤ͗͒ ̄͆ͮhͭͣ̈̀̚oẅ̈ ̓̔ͨ͛yͯͩoͤ͌̃̆ͪȗ
͒͂̓̊͋͑̚wͮaͥ͋̋n̿ñ̋͂̍ȁ̓ͬ ͤͭ̌̅̈́doͬ̓ͨ͒ ͋ͩ͑͋ͬth͐ͥͤ̄ï̀̇̍ͣͮsͧ̒̋ͭͯ̉,̉͗͐̐̈̏
hͬ̾̀̿́uͨ̎̌͛h̑̈́̿?ͩ̾ ̇ͭ̇̍ͪͯw̑͒̇̏͂̍͒ĕ̏ĺͪͣ̈́͑̆͒l͑ͦ̇͛ͭͣ,̀͗̌͐ͪ̚ ͯͬ͑͑̆̍̚iͪͧͤ
̍̐̒̑̑g̾̎͌̅̋ͩo̾͑t tͮ͆im̽̃ͮ̊͋̓͊e̎̊ͥ͆̃̐ͩ.̽͗ͯ̏ͫͤ̈" He throws his arms out, blue
strings shooting all round you. They run towards each other, Gaster Blasters
behind them, ready to fire. You close your eyes, not wanting to watch. But you
still hear the grunts and the sound of explosions from the their blaster's
mouths shooting magic.
 
You try to calm down so you're capable to intervene, but it doesn't work, if
anything it makes it worse. You moan quietly again, stuffing your face into the
snow, the sound of explosions continuing around you. Your hand trails down your
ribs, and under your shirt. You rub the underside of your ribcage, gasping.
 
You peek out from the snow, only to spot Ink and Error fighting in the trees.
Ink using his human sized brush to cut through Error's strings. You look back
down to the ground, stroking the inside of your ribcage harder. You try to moan
as quietly as possible, and it seems to work as neither Error nor Ink notice.
You sink your hand further in, nearing closer to your flaming SOUL. You
tentatively stroke the side of it, and your right eye flares up. You moan
loudly, but lucky one of the Sans' blasters went off at the same time so nobody
heard you.
 
You continue to stroke your upside down SOUL, the glow beginning to show
through your shirt and open hoodie. You hear a shrill cry, and you pause
looking up.
 
Error had managed to pin Ink down with his blue strings. Ink looks to you, fear
all over his face. You pull your hand out of your ribcage and quickly try to
stand up while Error.... Is he fucking monologuing? Oh well, it gives you time.
 
You stumble a couple times, but manage to twist your body so you're facing
them. You're unable to stand right now, so you kneel on one leg, panting,
raising your hand while your eye blazes yellow. A Gaster Blaster of your own
forms next you, snarling. If Error hears it he makes no comment or even
acknowledges it.
 
(Her Gaster Blaster:-)
Error seems to sense it's magic charge up and whips his head towards you, right
as the beam hits his strings connecting to Ink. They all snap, and your Blaster
lays it's head down so you can lean against it. Both Sans' look at you
horrified.
 
“S-stop fighting you fucking idiots... It's not like it's gonna get you guys
anywhere.” And with that, you faceplant into the snow again, your blaster
disappearing. You breath heavily, noting the quiet whispers. You hear the
sounds of feet stepping on snow come closer to you and you lift your head up to
look at the Sans'. They've walked closer to you now, looming over your shaking
form. They both have hungry looks on their faces, you shiver.
 
 
"w̓ͩȅ̿̓̊ͫll,ͦ̀͐ͧͧ ̈i ͑͛̆̂g̚uͤe̔̽́̅̀ͯ͆s͌s̑̅͒ͭ͋̾ ͫẘ̏̔̓̆̉ͨe̓̍̾̐ͫ
ͣ̓ͥc̓ͩ͒ͭͪͫö̒̀͊̄u͒̂ͫl̾́d͗̊̃̆͊̈̂ ̓̑̇jūs̅ͪ́ͩͯtͦͭ̄.̍͛.̋͛ͯ̆̍.ͣ
̀̊̇shͬ̊̀aͦͮrͮe͐.̍͗.̓̉̈́͒͐.̑?" Error offers, stalking closer to you. You keep
your mouth shut, because honestly, you probably need both of these guys to help
you. He chuckles at you.
 
"gͤͣu͒e͊ͬ̉́̚sͧ̌ͣ͊ͨ̇͗s͒ͩ͋̎ͤ̐ ͋͛̐̌̎́̓t͋ḧ́̎ă̔ͥ̓ͦ̔ť͂ͣ'̅s͌ͦͮ ̿̄͒̋̚åͦ̇͐̉
͒̅̉yeͭs̓."
 
After he says that they both pounce on you, which you shriek at. Error starts
pull off your jeans forcefully, while Ink takes off your hoodie gently. He
still seems unsure. Your breath quickens as you watch them undress you, unable
to move at all.
 
Once your hoodie is off Ink cups your cheekbone, leaning forward, eyes lidded.
He presses his teeth yours in a skele kiss and it takes you a moment to
register it, but once you do you lean into him. You feel your panties being
torn off as you kiss Ink, and Error's blue strings once again looping
themselves around your tibia and fibula. You feel something wet lick against
your lips, and you open your mouth to give Ink entrance to it. He uses his
tongue to explore, and you moan against his teeth as you feel Error spreading
your legs wider, revealing your soaking mound.
 
 
"j̈́ͦe̔̑͌̆s͑̀͊̐̓͆̑ů͒ͧs̒ͬ̚,̅̾ ͑ͧ͌͗y̏̄ͪ͂̾̂oͥ͆̑ͫ̌u'̿͛́̒re
̑sͯoͥ̒ͮ̾̅̀ak̇̆͊ͬ͑īͤͯn̋ͭ̍ͪǧ." Ink parts from you to lift your shirt, revealing
your spine and breasts. He lowers his head to one of your breasts while keeping
eye contact with you, his rainbow blush darkening. His slimy tongue comes out
of his mouth again to lick against a nipple and you groan. He continues licking
it, while Error places a finger on your clit, circling the engorged nub. You
cry out, thrusting into Error's hand for more stimulation which he gives,
pulling his hand away to lean his head down and lick over your entire mound.
 
You feel tears forming from the intense pleasure you're being given, and they
fall when Ink starts sucking on your breasts. You whimper whilst continuously
humping Error's face, but for some reason, you're not entirely sure why, your
magic started magic a yellow ecto-dong. When you notice it forming you try to
get rid of it instantly, noting that Error was watching the swirling magic in
front of him. You try to push that part of your magic down to not embarrass
yourself any farther, to no avail.
 
Your magic slowly makes the genitalia, you're tensing to try and keep it down
but nothing works. Soon, Error's face lights up once he understands whats going
on. He pushes his tongue past your entrance and it causes you to accidentally
let go, allowing your magic to form your cock. It twitches in Errors face, and
he pulls away from your folds, smirking. Ink pulls away too, but once he sees
your cock he smirks too.
 
"hͪͫͪͥ̐͌̚eͧ̓ͪ̇̏ͩ͌h̋ͦͥe͗̇͒ͥ̂̽hͭ̐ͫͭ̅e̽hͤ̐,̑̽ͯ͛͐
s̋͒ͮ͌̚o̓̆̓͌m͑̓̚e̒̑͂ͨo͂n̾ͧ̓̉̾̐ěͩ̄ͫ'͗͊̏͐̓ͧͧsͦ̌ ͐̾͋në́ͦͩeͩͯdẙ̐͊̇̈́̆̚." They both
chuckle, but you don't because you can feel both of their buldges against you.
You pant, eyes wide as you look between the two. Error gets off from your legs
and Ink lifts you under your armpits. You don't know what they're doing but
when Ink takes you back to Error, who is standing on all fours now, ass facing
you, you can't help but wiggle in anticipation.
 
Ink places you behind Error, and you put your hands on his hips to steady
yourself. You hear fabric moving behind you as you lock eyes with Error, who
looks just as breathless as you right now. You move your hand under his shorts
to pull it down, watching his face to make sure what your doing it okay, to
which he nods at you.
 
When you pull his boxers down an ocean blue cock jumps out at full attention,
and his anus is presented to you. Your cock twitches at the sight, but you then
feel Ink grab your own hips behind you and start humping you. You moan loudly,
but still managed to position yourself at Error's entrance. He starts wiggling
when he feels your head probing at his ass.
 
You briskly push in, and both you and Error moan loudly. You stay still for a
moment, allowing Error to adjust to your size, but Ink uses your immobility to
his advantage. He poistions his rainbow cock at your still-soaking vagina, and
thrusts in hard, causing you to push deeper into Error, who cries out in
pleasure. Ink doesn't give you time to adjust as he starts thrusting into you
fast, which causes you to bounce a little against Error. He moans again then
pushes into you, signalling that you can move more.
 
You start pounding into Error too, and his own cock twitches at the feeling.
You drape yourself over his back, giving Ink more access to your vagina in the
position, to which he hums in approval at. You reach one of your hands down to
grip Error's cock and start pumping him fast, he gasps. Ink thrusts impossably
harder into you, causing you to just go limp whilst he takes over.
 
His thrusts turn animalistic as he takes you for himself, and you feel Error's
cock throb in your hand. You feel Error cum in your hand first, shooting his
seed all over the ground. You continue pumping his cock to ease him through his
orgasm, once he stops you pull your hand away and sit up again, gripping his
hips as you resume pounding into him. He cries out in over-stimulation, and you
smirk evilly.
 
You feel Ink start throbbing inside of you, and you get thrown over the edge
when he bites into your clavicle, enough to draw blood. You cum inside of Error
and around Ink's cock as you try to still enough to not hurt Error anymore. Ink
yells your name whilst cumming, not expecting you to clamp so tightly down on
him.
 
You all still, riding through the after glow of your orgasms, until Ink pulls
out of you. He literally falls on his back behind you, eye sockets closed,
breathing heavily. You ease yourself out of Error slowly and Error falls to his
side on the ground. You heavily sit down in between Ink's open legs, panting.
 
You're all silent for a moment until Error breaks it.
 
"s͌ͬ̎ͪ̆ͤhͮͮ̅͐̃̚̚ỉͮtͭ̅̾̔͗̋,̆͐̑̄ͨͤ͒ t̃̊̈̽̏h̽͋̌͋ä̽̑t̅͂ͯ ̏̿w̑ͪ̎ͯ̏̚as͑̃̆̃͆̎ͨ
́̅ͬ͂g̏r̈́ͤe͒ͬͦ̓͛ȧͤ̊͒̾͛tͥͭ̿͌ͩ̏̄.͒̒͒̎ͩͬ.ͯ̒͋ͭ̓̎ͣ.̔̽̑̋ ̓i ͣ̿̌̀̈́doͮ͛̃
̆̏̏́ͯ͂n̽e̾͋͑͑ͧ͐e͛̍̊ͫ̽ͥd͌̍̆̓̿̂ ͂̒̋tͯ͑ͬ̏ͧ̊oͫ͐̂ ̓̾̏ͣ͆͌ͦg͐͐ͮ̅ͯ̄͒o
ͮ̓ͭͮ͋̏͂n̾̿̇̇̚oͯͣ̿̉̀ͬ̅w̑́͊ͩ̀ͪ ̌ͭ̄̈́t̽h̆̂̓̽oȕ͐ͮ̈̈̾̿ghͫ͋̋̀,͂̄ sͩ͋̆ŏ.͛̈̾.̀͑ͤ." He
slowly gets up, legs weak as he opens a glitched portal to step through.
 
You form a big Gaster Blaster in front of the portal, blocking him. He pauses,
taking a step back from the grinning blaster, then looks towards you. You're
smirking at him. Ink opens an eye socket to see what's going on, then breaks
out in a sweat.
 
“You're not going anywhere, besides.” You start to stand up, walking towards
Error. He looks scared.
 
“You said you would help me. I still have my heat. You're not gonna leave for a
while... Neither of you.”
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Chapter End Notes
     I made Error and Ink a scaredy cat hehehe.
     Drawing for Verdana's Gaster Blaster was made by - YuubiTimberwolf
***** Big Bros Are The Best *****
Chapter Summary
     I honestly love this so much I started tearing up. I wish I had Sans
     as a big bro ;-;
Chapter Notes
     references to abuse. and stuff.
Request by Silcatian: What about some big brother Sans? Like the reader is
Sans' and Papyrus' adopted sibling (whether or not you want the reader to be
human or monster is up to you). The reader gets to find out what it's like to
have some kind of family or feel like they actually belong somewhere or know
what it's like to be loved and cared for (up to you). Getting used to Sans'
puns, Papyrus' cooking, and maybe being read a bedtime story. Just nice family
fluff.
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Your family hated you.
Bust honestly, that's putting it lightly.
You're only 7 years old and you are treated like a slave. You live in a house
with your mother, father, and twin sisters. You mother and father were
delighted to have your twin sisters, but then you were an accident. A mistake.
So they thought it was okay to treat you like one. Honestly, you don't even
feel like you're part of the family, you're just a burden.
 
You had been forced to grow up smarter than any ordinary 7 year old, so when
you pack your bags you know what you need to bring. Lots of food, water, one of
your sister's cellphones, notepad, and your best and only friend, Mr. Lion. Mr.
Lion was the only toy your family let you have, and you were so grateful for
it. It's all torn up but you don't care, you just want to cherish it for when
you leave.
 
Your bags are all packed and you head towards the door. Everyone else was in
the lounge eating their dinner. Your stomach growls loudly at the sight and
smell of food. You were never fed properly, only given the scraps of their
dinner. This caused you to get unbearably thin, and falling over could risk
breaking a bone.
 
Which is why you are so nervious to do this. You don't want to be alone for
when that happens, because it's going to happen at some point in your life. One
last look towards the others makes you steel yourself, and open the door
quietly, walking through then shutting it silently.
 
…
 
…
 
Seems nobody heard you.
 
You sigh heavily, tears forming in your eyes. You just wanted to feel loved. To
be part of a realfamily that really did love you for who you are. Not use you
like them.
 
You begin your long track down the dark street.
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3 days later, and you're sitting in an ally, starving.
 
Some thugs had come to you earlier, took all of your stuff. Luckily, they
didn't get Mr. Lion, so you're very happy about that. You hug the broken toy
closer to your bruised chest, broken sobs tearing through your dry throat.
 
You hadn't eaten that day yet, wanting to savour the food so you could survive
longer whilst trying to find some kind of orphange. You forgot that there
wasn't one for miles. You should know, you had searched it secretly on the
computer at home.
 
Home.
 
No, that place wasn't your home. It was a prison, and you're free from it now.
 
Right?
 
You bury your face into your arms, knees tucked into your chest as you continue
crying. You don't notice a dark shadow at the entrance to the ally-way watching
you.
 
You try to quiet your sobs, not wanting those thugs to come back until the
shadow you hadn't noticed a second ago looms over you. You jump and look up in
fear, you're met with a...
 
A living skeleton...
 
In a blue hoodie...
 
You actually don't feel as frightened as you should be looking at the skeleton.
It's very clearly a Monster, and every single Monster you had met was kind to
you. Surely this one would be nice too, right?
 
“hey, kid... what are ya doin' alone out here?” His deep voice cuts through
your thoughts. You look into his eye sockets, tears finally stopping.
 
“I-I ran f-from home...” You answer honestly, because why not? You had nothing
else to lose now except for Mr. Lion, and you're pretty sure this skeleton
wouldn't want that. His white eye lights grow dimmer.
 
“why...? acutally, let's get ya to my house first... you look like you could
use a bath.” he chuckles, and your lips twitch upwards a bit, nodding. You
place your hands on the ground, trying to stand on your one good leg. The thugs
had shoved you hard enough for the tibia to snap in your left leg, and you
deffinatly can't stand on it. Once the skeleton notices, his eye lights go out.
 
“u-uh... actually, let me just... pick ya up...” He slowly reaches his arms
out, under your pits. He grabs you delecatly, like if a single wrong move and
then your dust. He lifts you and holds you close to his chest. You snuggle into
the warmth of his blue hoodie.
 
“what's your name kid?”
 
“____. W-what's yours?”
 
“sans. sans the skeleton. and i'm gonna need ya to close your eyes for me.” You
do so, and the feeling of falling overwhelms you. 
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It's been weeks after that. You had ended up telling Sans about your old house
and were you lived, but nothing about your past for it was still a little too
fresh to just spill out right then. He took you back to the house, and knocked
on the door with you in his arms. Your mother had opened and literally slammed
the door shut again when she caught sight of your tiny form. Sans tried
knocking again, but eventually gave up, coming to the conclusion that they
obviously disowned you.
 
When you came to their house you had been greeted by another lovely skeleton
called Papyrus. He was very loud, but you didn't mind. He look care of you when
you showed them your bruises, especially Sans, but Sans didn't have something
called 'healing magic' but Papyrus did. He used this 'healing magic' to fix
your broken leg and bruises. You were honestly shocked at the results. The bone
had been fused back together, barely painful, just sensitive.
 
Papyrus would always make you his special spagetti and you loved his cooking.
It always tasted good, apart from the occasional plate of glitter he'd give
you. But it was better than what you got a home.
 
Sans though, Sans was probably the best person to ever cross pass with.
 
He constantly looked after you when you were skinny, making sure you never fell
or bumped into anything thanks to his 'teleportation'. He'd play with you, buy
you toys, respect you. He'd even spoil you constantly whenever you went
groccery shopping. He'd tuck you in bed and whenever you had a nightmare would
sleep in the same bed with you. He was huge compared to you so whenever he did
sleep with you, it felt like hugging a huge plushie.
 
You are currently sitting in front of the TV with him, playing with little toy
cars racing. But he'd always cheat using his magic to make his car faster than
yours. You did one more race together – he won again – until he chucked.
 
“alright, ____. time for bed.” You groaned as he stood up, reaching down to
carry you. You tried whapping his arms away playfully.
 
“Noooo! 5 more minutes!” You whined, he chuckled again.
 
“you said that 10 minutes ago. c'mon.” He grabs you under your pits and puts
his forhead against yours. You sigh and relent, closing your eyes. “still late,
torial is gonna kill me if she finds out.” You giggle.
 
“But Sans,” He starts walking up the stairs whilst making a humming noise to
signal he's listening. “Aren't you already dead?” He pauses and looks at you
with his pupils as stars in his eye sockets. You giggle, trying to contain your
laughter.
 
“i'm so proud of you.” He hugs you close to him while you laugh. You hear a
loud “NYOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!” in Papyrus' room, causing you to laugh harder
and for Sans to end up in full blown laughter.
 
He walks into your room, and places you in your bed, still chuckling. You get
under the covers, already wearing your pjamas.
 
“g'night ____.” He says, and starts to walk away when you call out to him.
 
“Wait.”
 
He turns to you curiously.
 
“Can you read me one of Papyrus' stories?”
 
He smiles fondly at you, then leaves to go grab a book. You smile as you get
comfortable, and Sans comes back in with a chair and a book with the title
'Fluffy Bunny And Their Adventures'. He places the chair near the head of your
bed, and sits in it, openning the book.
 
“alright kiddo. let's see...” He reads the story out to you, and you feel your
eye lids droop near the end. When your eyes shut he pauses the story, closing
the book and placing it on the side table next to you. He strokes your head
affectionatly whilst whispering near your ear;
 
“night ____.” You feel his teeth connect with your head for a moment in a skele
kiss, and you smile sleepily.
 
“Night big bro.”
 
***** The EdgyLord Needs A Hug Too *****
Chapter Summary
     This takes place in Underfell.
Chapter Notes
     Just note, if you've seen the real comic for this, uh, I apologise
     for not thinking of another way to write this ^^'. I couldn't think
     of anything...
Request By SinnersForSkeletons: maybe, Underfell Sans wanting to cuddle with
reader but doesn't want to admit it 'cause he's "dark" and "edgy"...
 Thank you, your writing made my day! • ﹏•
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You are walking through Snowdin, Sans trailing next to you.
 
You had just come out of the Ruins and spent most of the day wondering the town
together. Sans kept growling at anybody who would get too close to you to warn
them to back off, they always did. When you asked him about this, he brushed it
off stating, as he put it, 'gotta keep ya ship-shape for the king, dollface'.
 
You never knew it was cold out here. You didn't know anything before the Ruins
about this place. So you had come unprepared, wearing only a white t-shirt and
jean shorts. There are goosebumps on your arms ands legs, but luckily, it's
magic snow, so it's not cold enough to freeze you to death.
 
You shake constantly, rubbing your hands up and down your arms, trying to warm
them up. Your teeth chatter, and you notice Sans eyeing your arms, but you keep
quiet. When you near their house, his curiosity peaks.
 
“human, why're you shaking like that?” You pause in your tracks, and look at
him. He has his head tilted in a questioning manner, pointing to your arms.
 
“I-it's b-because I'm c-cold...” You stutter. His face flushes red the
slightest bit as he groans.
 
“ugh! you humans are so weak! you can't even handle a little snow! it's fuckin'
Snowdin, buy a fuckin' sweater!” He whips his body around, gesturing wildly.
You frown, slightly hurt. “i'll have to give you my coat, but oh no~! i can't
because then i'd be cold down to the bone!” He turns back to you, pausing
slightly at the hurt expression on your face. You turn away and look down.
 
He kicks the snow by his feet, blushing furiously. He then opens his coat out
towards you. An invitation.
 
“but... i guess we could share...” You smile at him, and instantly go to hug
him. He's shorter than you but it's better than nothing. He wraps his jacket
around you, turning his face away, but leans it against your shoulder.
 
He's too edgy for his own good.
 
***** You Need To TONE It Down A Little *****
Chapter Summary
     This takes place after a Genocide where Sans is the only one to make
     it to the surface.
     Also takes place in UnderTone.
Chapter Notes
     I just love this little guy omg he's so cute. ^v^
     https://66.media.tumblr.com/32f5bc23001f9ea0379fbfc0d6900081/
     tumblr_o25u20I7aE1v5v6rpo1_1280.png
     so adorable
See the end of the chapter for more notes
                                        
Request by knifehappypsycho: not bad :D... its cute!!! i have a request!!! how
about a girl reader meeting tone!sans on the surface somehow and becoming
friends after she invites him to lunch? you them either a romantic relationship
or a sibling one!!! i will leave that up to you :D... if you need to know who
tone!sans is then just ask and i will tell you xD!!! *gives you oreo balls to
munch on*
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Apparently, there has been word that there is a living skeleton walking around.
 
That skeleton is in your town.
 
You know that because he's standing right there in front of your house.
 
Turns out, when government said to welcome the little guy into human society,
they weren't kidding.
 
He's just standing there, eye lights scrunched up in confusion as he looks at
his phone that has headphones plugged in. In all honesty, the little guy looks
rather cute, for a skeleton.
 
He's wearing a scarf that has music notes on it, a grey jacket with a grey t-
shirt and black shorts that have white stripes going down the sides. He has big
black and blue headphones over his skull, music notes on the ear pieces. His
right eye is also in the shape of a music note, his other eye blank. He's
rather chubby, and you can't help but think he looks adorable.
 
You shake the thought away as you walk outside towards him. He's tapping away
at his phone, seeming to be indistress as you walk behind him, and you notice
that he's clicking Google Maps.
 
“Excuse me, Mr?” You question, and he jumps, whipping his head around to look
at you, but it feels like he doesn't see you since his eye light keeps flitting
around everywhere. After a moment, he hides his face in his scarf.
 
“u-uh, i-i'm sorry, am i in your way?” He stutters, voice deep. You see him try
to move sideways, and you hastily correct yourself.
 
“N-no! It's okay! I just saw you in front of my house and it looked like you
where a little lost. I thought I could help.” He pauses then looks up at you,
looking a little greatful and relieved. He sighs in relief.
 
“o-oh.. uh yeah, i could use some help... y'see, i uh, lost my way home and uh,
the so called 'Google Maps' isn't working for me... but uh, i can't exactly
tell if it's actually me doing it wrong since i'm uh... blind 'n all...” He
looks away, a blue blush staining his cheek bones. Oh, this poor guy...
 
“Oh, I didn't know that, 'm sorry. Here, I'll get it set up for you.” You
smile, even though you now know he can't actually see you. He hands you the
phone, somehow burrying his face deeper into his scarf. You ask for his address
and he tells you, and you type it all into the phone. It pings once you're
done, and Sans jumps as you hear a muffled 'Turn Left' coming from his
headphones.
 
“oh! t-thank you so much...”
 
“____, and you're absoloutly welcome...” You finish for him, then wait for his
answer.
 
“sans. sans the skeleton.” He finishes for you. You smile.
 
“Well, it was nice to meet you sans, let's hope we cross paths again, huh? You
now know where I live.” You chuckle. He blushes again, what looks like joy in
his eye sockets as he beams at you.
 
“y-yeah! i'll make sure to visit this spot again some time!” He chuckles, and
you giggle along.
 
Soon, he leaves to head to his house, waving you a goodbye. You can't help but
hope he visits again.
 
You have little doubt he won't.
 
Chapter End Notes
     d'awwwwww...
     Such blind love~
     Literally. xD
***** Just Some Times With A New Roman *****
Chapter Summary
     uh, I uh... did something...
     It was rather long so I had to cut it short 'm afraid. Plus it's late
     and I wanted to get this out for Keo.
Chapter Notes
     This takes place in Mafiatale.
     OC does not belong to me.
     OC Information:-
     OC: Roman
     She's a skele
     Personality: Very Kind, very shy and flushes easily. She likes all
     kinds of flowers, but her favorite kind is the echo flower, or a
     flower that is blue. Looks innocent to the bone, but is a little bit
     kinky and has sensitive bones. Also kind of a pushover.
     Appearance: 5'3, always wears a Choker with Green heart-shaped gem,
     normally wears green hoodie and black sweatpants, but loves wearing
     dresses.
     Picture by Keo -
     http://keo-the-raptor.tumblr.com/post/149816417581/heres-a-quick-
     doodle-of-roman
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Request by Keo: Howdy Doody! Is it okie if I have an OC X Mafiatale!Sans smut (
(maybe with some daddy kink-YOU DON'T HAVE TO IF YOU DON'T WANT TO))???
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You're sitting at Grillby's bar alone, a glass of water in your skeletal hand.
You put your elbow on the bar and place your cheekbone in it, sighing.
 
Grillby had been kind enough to give you the day off today, but you just didn't
feel right not visiting it. You loved the place, it felt much more homey than
your crappy apartment. You had humans to blame for that. Though honestly, you
couldn't help but glance at the clock to see if one of the regulars would show
up.
 
You and another skeleton had become best buds, working at a bar that he
frequently visited caused a type of friendship to spark between you two. He was
always a mysterious figure, occasionally hiding behind his hat, but he always
seemed to perk up when he spotted you, revealing his face a little more than
usual.
 
You had to admit that you were starting to develop some... feelings towards
him...
 
The bell by the door jingling brought you away from your thoughts, but you
don't bother turning around, not exactly bothered who came in at this point.
You sigh, taking a small sip of your water.
 
“hey, sweetheart.” You jump then spin around to look at the culprit. Sans was
there, grinning at you in his usual black suit and hat. You sent a playful
glare his way before it turned into a smile when he sat next to you. Grillby
who was still manning the bar automatically passed Sans the ketchup.
 
“Heya, Sans. You're running late for your lunch aren't ya?” You question, and
he chuckles. He unscrews the cap on the ketchup, chugging some down before
responding.
 
“had some business to take care of.” He says simply, smirking. You blush, a
shiver trailing down your spine. You knew about his 'business', as he put it.
He was a gangster, a very obvious gangster. He and his gang would try and take
out Monster-haters to take over their areas, allowing Monsters more room around
the surface. As far as you know, he's the boss of it. Or at least one of them,
you're not entirely sure but he sometimes rings someone on his phone, yelling
demands at them.
 
“why? d'you miss me or sometin'?” Sans' deep, baritone voice cuts through your
thoughts again, causing you to blush and pout at him. He laughs, then pats your
head like a dog. “calm down, 'm only teasing.”
 
“S'not funny...” You grumbled, looking away. He smirks at your obvious sulking,
taking another chug of his ketchup.
 
“so, why aren't ya behind the bar?” He asks.
 
“What? Can a girl not have a nice night out too?” You grin, and Sans gives you
the 'tell me the truth look', but he still holds amusement in his gaze.
“Grillby gave me a day off, but I still wanted to visit. It's so much nicer
than my apartment...” You sigh, noticing Sans leaning closer towards you.
 
“y'know, i could always make it better~.” He whispers into your ear, and your
blush hits you at full force. You squeak, crossing your arms on the bar and
stuffing your entire face into them. Sans laughs heartily at your reaction,
patting your back.
 
“Don't do that!!” You yell through your confinement. He stops patting you, but
he keeps his hand on your cervical vertebrae. He trails it up and down and you
involuntarily shudder.
 
“i was just makin' an offer, kitten. and i still am.” His voice drops an octave
lower than normal and you peek at him through your arms. He's watching you with
hunger and adoration in his eye sockets.
 
“M'pretty sure you've got better choices than me to take...” You mumble,
nodding your head over to a table full of human women who are openly staring at
him with the lustiest eyes you've ever seen. Once Sans looks at them he turns
back to you immediately, a look of disgust across his face.
 
“they're human... all they want is to fuck a monster, i'm more of a romance
kinda guy...” He assures you, and you continue to point at another table that
has 4 Monster women sitting, who are not-so-subtly sneaking glances towards the
two of you. You feel your SOUL ache in your chest as you deny to make eye
contact with him, staring blankly at the bar countertop.
 
You hear him heave a sigh, continuing his alluring patterns on your cervical
vertebrae, he then lays his head down, mimicking your position. He hums, eyes
half-lidded as he watches you, trailing his fingers under your hoodie and shirt
slightly near your thoracic vertebrae.
 
“you should give yourself more credit... you're better than most of these
people.” He encourages, and your blush darkens. “and uh, i got you something.”
You can't help but notice the faint blue hue around his cheekbones. You make a
questioning noise, turning your head more towards him.
 
He tries not to make eye contact when he pulls his hand out from around his
back – how long had it been there? - to reveal a beautiful columbine flower.
You gasp, shooting ramrod straight as you look over it's details. It has two
sets of petals, the inner ones a light blue and the outer ones a dark blue, the
pollen on the inside yellow (like usual.).
You carefully grab it's stem, not wanting to hurt it as your eye lights turn
into stars. Sans sits up, scratching the back of his head, a nervous habit of
his.
 
“sorry i only got you one, the area i found it in didn't have anymore
surrounding it...” He trails off, staring into your eye sockets. You're smiling
so wide, pupils huge as you look up at him again.
 
“Thank you!! You even remembered my favourite colour!” You can't help but beam
at him, he remembered! You had once told him that your favourite kind of flower
would be any type, as long as it was blue. This was a perfect example. He
chuckles.
 
“'course i remember, i don't tend to forget things important easily.” He winks,
and you blush. Your about to bark out a pun at him (“I would've given you some,
but I haven't botany!”.), until you hear one of the human women growl behind
him. It's one of the girls you had gestured to, and she looks pissed. Along
with the others.
 
“Why would you even try with her?” She snaps, causing you to flinch away,
pulling the flower closer to your chest. Sans turns his entire body towards
her, a scowl on his face, but it's mostly obscured by his hat. “She's just a
reject! You should be with girls who really care!” The others behind her nod,
agreeing.
 
“aw~ is someone jealous?” Sans mock coos, and you can't help the small smile
that spreads across your face when you look at where your patellas would be.
 
“Why would I be jealous of that thing?! You have such bad tas-!” But she's cut
off when he – to your surprise – takes the flower he gave you out of your hand
and places it on the bar. He then proceeds to cup your cheek bones and press
his lips onto yours, shocking you.
 
(Authers Note: IDK HOW TO DESCRIBE THEIR LIPS OK?!?! >~<.)
 
You gasp out in shock, planning on stuttering his name but he uses your open
mouth to his advantage, shoving his tentacle-like tongue down your non-existent
throat. Unconsciously, your magic forms your own tongue to tangle with his, and
he seems delighted. Your eye lights roll into the back of your skull, loving
the taste of him and his scent being so close to you.
 
After a couple of seconds that felt like it lasted a lot longer (but not long
enough, SHUT UP BRAIN!!), he pulls away, a string of green and blue saliva
snapping as you part. You're panting, trying to process whatfuckjust happened.
 
He kissed you.
 
Sans just kissed you.
 
You really hope you're not dreaming.
 
You feel like your stuck in a haze between reality and fantasy, but you feel
Sans lay an arm across your shoulder.
 
“you were saying?” He questions the woman, who's gaping at you. You shake your
head slightly, trying desperately to keep the huge grin off your face.
Obviously it fails. You stare at Sans with dreamy eye sockets, but he's too
busy sizing up the girls.
 
“Ugh.” She groans. “You Monsters are too hard to get..” She huffs, then turns
around to sit back at the table. The women behind her look defeated, and Sans
smirks in victory. He looks towards you again, arm still on your shoulder, and
notices you staring at him.
 
“heh, you look a little starry-eyedthere.” He stresses the word 'starry-eyed'
and you can't help but question him. He then gestures to your eye sockets and
smirks wider, to your displeasure. You jump, realising your pupils had formed
stars in them and look away. A skeletal hand grabs your chin and pulls you back
though, forcing you to look into the culprits eye sockets.
 
“don't hide from me.” He growls. You can't help the shiver that travels
straight to your core. He's keeping you only a few inches away from his face,
hot breath mixing with your own as he stares you down. When you gain enough
courage to look him in his eye lights you notice two white upside down hearts
there instead. Your too enraptured in them to do anything, only stare straight
back into them – beautiful – hearts.
 
You then feel him press his lips to yours again, and you can't help but lean
into the touch. He cups your cheekbones again, pushing his head further to you,
as if he wants to get closer but physically can't. Your hands grip his
shoulders, you're pretty sure you're blushing like mad, you've never been this
bold with anything at all.
 
You then feel the familiar feeling of being dropped into an endless pit, never
able to reach the bottom. The world around you fogs out of place, then reforms
in a... a room? A messy one at that. You don't care right now though, because
Sans is pushing you down on the mattress (There is no bed frame???), grinding
against your pubic bone. You can't help but let out a loud moan, he smirks at
you as he trails kisses down your cervical vertebrae, reveling in your ecstatic
state.
 
He growls, thrusting against your now-formed core getting as much stimulation
as possible. He unzips your favourite green hoodie, revealing your ribs, (They
have a green tint on the areas where breasts would be to make them more
sensitive ;)) then proceeds to licks at the manubrium. You grips his skull,
urging him to continue and he thrusts against your clothed heat faster.
 
“get ready for a wild ride.”
 
And that's when you shoved him off of you and left the house.
 
Chapter End Notes
     LOLOLO CLIFFHANGER~~
     I might do a second part to this but it's unlikely.
     SORRY KEO ;-;.
     But if I ever do just pretend the leaving house bit never happened
     xD. sry I just thought it was funny.
     uh, in the picture I saw that her eye lights had a tint of green in
     it so I assumed she had green magic? Im sry if I was wrong ;-;
***** Why Do Tsums Have To Be So Cute? *****
Chapter Summary
     Tsums??? Everywhere?? I imagine their sneezes being cute.
Chapter Notes
     Verdana is the reader since it made the backstory make more sense.
     Verdana's universe is Undertale.
     Takes place in Anti-Void.
     Tsums involved. They're adorable.
     Verdana is my OC:-
     OC Name: Verdana
     Age: Unknown (Thousands of years old)
     Height: few inches taller than any Sans.
     Powers: Right eye glows yellow, has Gaster Blasters (but they have
     bodies not just a head), sharp bone atks, and the rest is unknown to
     ppl rn ;)
     Markings: Huge crack in right eye socket, arms covered in cracks and
     chips.
     Eyes: White Pinpricks, right eye can be yellow flame, other eye is
     unknown
     Hair: None (;-;)
     Appearance: Is a skeleton, crack in right eye socket, purple hoodie
     with fur lined hood, tight jeans and a yellow sweater. Also has a
     tail. Puffs smoke out occasionally because she has too much magic for
     her body to hold.
     Personality: Secretive, defensive, cares about family, Protective,
     Affectionate, Powerful (like rly powerful xD), hates most of
     humanity, used to fight in the human war, hates asgore and maybe
     toriel xD.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Request by Fluff Whore: SO CUTE! Tone!Sans is a absolute cutie even the
government knows it and wants everyone to welcome the lil guy into society.
I have a request myself two if you want to to separate it, the first is tsum
tsum Sans being brought to the reader who falls in love with the adorable
beanbag(lol) and one with error sans. Maybe have Error give tsum!sans to reader
thinking it's just a regular old toy to keep them company when he travels the
multiverse not knowing its alive. Props if you have him freak out when they
start to multiple when our little plushy friend sneezes.
===============================================================================
 
You are currently curling into a small cat like ball in the anti-void, trying
to sleep.
 
You had been taken from your universe by Error (a glitched out Sans.) because
he said you where an anomaly? You don't really understand what that means but
you were too busy being heart broken at watching your entire universe die.


You have been trapped in this anti-void ever since then, unable to escape
without Error's help. You don't know how long it's been (most likely years.),
but soon you and Error had formed a weird sort of tolerant friendship together.
He would look through universal codes with you, and even though you tried your
best to convince him that destroying universes for no reason was wrong, he
would just brush you off and leave for a while. Probably doing the opposite of
what you asked.


It saddens you to know that you could probably stop Error from doing this, but
had decided not to. You don't believe he's actually evil, you believe you could
help him. He was just... Corrupted... Anybody would be if you were stuck in
this lonely space.


The sound of static in the air pulls you out of your thoughts, you looking up
to see one of Error's portals open. You sit up when he walks in, he's holding
something... rather strange...


Is that a fucking tsum...?


And it's moving...


Okay, why not...?


“heͯͣ́ẏ͂̐̽ͣͯͯ, ͗ve͑͆̑́r̃ͩdͥ̉ͣͥaͮ̏̅̏ͮn͒̑̚a..͛ͫ̈̇.̊ͩ͆͊
dͣ̄ͬ̂ͪͫͣ'̿̾y͋͌ͧ̓ͥͫ̋oͫ͐u͗͌͋̏̏̒ ̽̌͐k̿ͫ͌̊̆͑̚n̋̒͛̎̚oͪͪͤ̿̍̚̚wͣͣ͊ ̅̽͌̾ͫͦw͗̋͆̿ͤͯhyͦ̓̒
ͮ͗ͪ̄thͮ̏͑̆ͨ̓̋eͣ ͨͩhé̍l͑ͫͣͥlͩ̏ t̂͂̃̔̄h̄̉̃e̊̊̃̌ͯͤ̈́seͩ̒̂̏
͗͐ͨ̄͒ͩt͐̏̓ḣ͊i͌̓͂̂̔͒ñ̃̉͛̚g̑̽ͬ͒͂̈́s ͦ̅̽͆̐ͭ̚wͣ̍̉͗e͑r͆͛̊̾̍͂̎e ͤ̐̌ͪin̅ͫ
̎̑ͤ́̏̚a̔̊͑̑̓ ̓͊͐͊ͧ̎́ŭ̀͗ͧͮn̑̆ͧ̚iv̑ers̓ȅ ̏̏́̎̎̾̓aͥ̅̓͒ndͥ̊͒͐ͦ̓̚ ̈n̉̊̂ͯ̅̍̚o̿̐t͒͆
͐̍̄̏͋̒́aͬ̓̃nͪ̃ỳ̎̈́ͤ̅̚t͑h͛͆͋ͤi͛n̉ͩͥ͐̓ͫg̽̌͗ͨ̚ ͯ̉ͮe͊̓̓ͪ͒ls̃eͥ..̏̿̈́̎̓̈́.̈̌̎̑ͮ?̇” You
couldn't help but giggle. The one he's holding looks like a Sans that was from
your timeline, and he squeaks almost every step Error takes towards you. It
looks into your eye sockets, noting your soft gaze and seems to calm down some.


“ẃ́̂̅ͫ̾̅h̓̊å̇tͣ̓̃?ͦ̚ ̒̄ͮ̎̚y͌̓̿o̒̒ͥu̎̾ ͋ͪ̇ŵ͌annͯ́̔̊a̍̚
̈́ͬ͊͆̏͊͐jű͐͗̓̚s̐ͤͣ̀͗̍̒t̑̄ͥ̎͋̃̌ kͥ͂eͮ̾̈́̐̇ͧ̉e͂͋ͦ͆ͤ̒p͂ ̍i͑t́͋ ̍̒̌̇͊̂fͩo̐͑͗ͧͣ̑rͯ̄ͣͩ
̊̍ͪͮy͆ͬ̐o͑̐̚u͆́̒̅͒̄̌rͣͯ͋͒̓̍̀s̓̃̾͑e̍ͫl͆̑̐͌fͧ̑̈́͊.ͫ͆̂̾̆̾̒.͂ͥͩ̽.͗̒ͦ̇̐?̍̂“ You nod
hastily, wanting to badly protect the small tsum. It smiles at you, but it
quickly fades when Error shurgs, chucking it at you. You catch it, worried that
you might've hurt it but it just wiggles closer to you.


“Error! Be more careful!” He looks at you like your an idiot. You just frown at
him, pulling the small creature closer to you.


“aͫ̄l̃rͪͪe͊̋ͪ̅̾â̽d̐̈́ͭ̃ỷͦ ́̅͊͊̎s̏̌ͩ͆̚oͫ̓͆ͫ
͋̽̓̊͑ͨa͋t̄ͯ͗̊ͨ̓ͮt̔̇ͮͤa͌͐ͣ͌ͧc̅̒hͣͭ̀̀̓e̅͗̋ͤ̿ͩd t̅́ͦ̐ŏ̊͂ ̆ͮ̊́̇̐̏a
̉ͩṫo͂̽̅͛̅̌y͗͑?̔ͯͩͦ ́tͯ̉̈ͥ̒h͋̔ͮ̽̀ā̈́ͣ͑̄̂tͯ'͆ͩ̏̑̍ͣ͂s̃̔͌̍
̽̈́̿̂̂ͭ̓cͪ̇ủteͤͦ͛͆̌.ͧ͂̓ͧͣ̅̾” You blush, but when you try to correct him that
this tsum is alive he just turns away, openning another portal.


“a̓n̒̉͛ͮ̈ͤyw̃̊̄̈́ͥay̐̈́͂̎,͂̔͆ͮ͑ͮ͆ î͌́'̒̄̇ͥ͗ͬm̋̀ ͐̿̄̉͋gͬỏ̃̿̂n̍ͦ̌̿n̒̍͑̚ȃ
ͨ͒̅͂ͦ̚gͣoͯ̅̆͗̂ a͑̓͆ͩͮ̚nͫ͆͒̑ͧd̓̒̓ ͪͮ͒͂͛̊dͪ̀̑e͂ͯ̆̄͐̓s̎̐̌t͛̽̈r̔ͧ͌ͪͪ̄ͩö̚y͂̌͛̓̅ͫͦ
͑͂̒̀̇iͤ͑͂t̄ͩ͌̓'̋̆̔͗ͣͮsͭ̓̄ ̿ͩͤ̑ͦ̀ͤu̍ͣ͌n̎̉͂̃ỉvȇ̈́̿ŕ̑s̉͐̾ė.ͮͭ
̎͗̔ͬ̓͛͗ȏ̿̀̽̑h͑ͧ̈́͋,̍̋ͣ̒̎ ̊̐āͬl͛ͧ̋̀ͫś̏̂̒o ̓͊̈́̽h̒ēr̂̾e'ͨ͒s̿͆͛͌ͦ̑
aͤ̂̒̒n̑̂̄o̍̇ͧ̔t̾̍̈́͐̄hͭ̊ͥ̔͐̋eͯͩ̓̈́rͦ̾ͤͥ ͐ͮ͊ŏ̓ńe͆̎ iͮ̉f̄̎̽͊ͫͤͦ ̓̉͐y͐̏̓͂oȗ͊̒̍̿
ͫ̿̏ͬ͒li̒̒̑ͥͮͫke͑̈͊ͥ tͫ͒̔͑̆h̿͆̃̿̍a͗ͮͭ̊̒ͦt͆̎̀̈͐ ̃ͯ̇ͯͦ͌on̓ë́̍ͩ̃͌͛
ͬͭ̓̓̓s͐̄ͩ́ͯö͒͗̌̒ ́̽͊ͯͭ̆ͭm͂u͂̈́͛ͪ̇ͩͣc̏̐h.̊̂̎͐͂̎͋“ He pulls another tsum out of
his pocket. This one looks like the Papyrus in your timeline, but the tsum
you're holding squeaks at it. It jumps in your palm a little, and the other
looks like it's about to do the same until Error chucks it at you. You catch
this one with one hand again, scowling at Error once you've made sure it's
okay. He turns away, stepping through his open portal again.


There's silence, until you look down at the tsums laying in your palm. They
look back up at you with big, scared eye sockets.


“Jesus, you guys look adorable...” You chuckle, and they both squeak. The blue
one trying to hide it's blue face in your palm as the other one jumps in
excitement. You lay on your back, placing the small tsums on your chest.


“So, what are your names?” You question, the one looking like Papyrus squeaking
again. You raise an eyebrow at him, and it seems to remember you can't
understand it. You hum. “I'm guessing it's Sans and Papyrus?” They both jump.
“I'll take that as a yes.” You chuckle.


You talk to the tsums for a while, despite them not able to talk to you,
they're good company. You chat together, learning about their universe.
Apparently, they were in a pet store waiting to be sold until Error came along
and took them. It's sad really, but at least they're safe.


You explain to them what was happening, and they're both upset at finding out
that their universe isn't going to be there for them anymore. Papyrus more so
than Sans.


After that you all just doze off, cuddling each other. You, curling into a cat
position again while they nap on your tail. A tiny sneeze makes you grumble,
but when a sudden light weight lands on your hip you jump. You lift your head
and shoulders to look down at the tsums, only to find 2 more Sans' there. One
in front of Papyrus, the other on your hip.


“Uhhh...” You're not entirely sure how to process this. You look at the
original Sans, who seems to be wiping it's nose. He sneezes again, and two more
Sans' pop out around you. The Papyrus looks ecstatic to have more brothers
around him as they all come over to cuddle up next to you. The original stop
sneezing and decides to once again snooze on your tail.


You wonder why Papyrus isn't sneezing like this either.


You really hope there isn't going to be some sort of infestation of Sans tsums,
despite how adorable they look cuddling next to you. You decide that, fuck it,
anything could happen if it was to fill up this empty void. You lie back down
and fall asleep, feeling a little loved.
 
===============================================================================
 
 
“W̡̅̽̍͛͊ͨH͗̈́̏̓͑̈́A̷̒̽ͦ̔T͆́̀͞ ͨ͊̋ͭ͋̾͠T͌ͧ͆̈́͠H̸ͥͤ͗E̓̆̐̿ͪ̍̑
̆̑̒̏F̽͂͐ͫ́̋ͥU͒̌ͣ̏́͒͊͜C̈҉K͊̉ ͋͢IS̛̒ͥͪ
ͨͣ́ͪ̚Hͮ̎ͮ͞A̅PP̶͒̉ͫͭE̅ͨ̓͛̅̊̓N̉Ỉ͆̅̄ͤ͋Ń͟Ǧ͆̆̑͊ͦ́
͊͒ͫͯ̑ͫHͭ̂̀ͯͬ҉ER̔ͨ̑̉͘E͌̏̒̐͐̃ͨ͞?!ͥ̽ͤ͛̈́ͨ̚҉?!̃̽̏͑͛ͨ̓?̵ͩ̓̂̓̔̿̍“


You jostle awake at screaming and glitching around you. You open your eye
sockets to see what has Error so upset when...


Oh. My. Fucking. God...


There is an infestation...


Of Sans'...


Everywhere...


Most of them are cuddling you...


“Wͯͨ̽̄͒̎H̴Ā̌̓̂̆̿͝T́͗ ͮ̏ͯͪ̎̓̚͡Eͮ̈̊̍̚͝V̄ͯ̌ͪ̚͡EN̒̔ͭ̽ͮ͟ ̂̌ͥ͑̿ͨ͒Ả̈́̏ͭ̎̍͠RE̎̐͂ͤ͋ͯ̌
͌T̨͌̑ͩ͆̈́̾H͛ͩ̏͒Eͬ̎͛S̀̚Eͮ̎ͭ̓̒
̽̒̿̈́̏̚͢T̊̏ͪͭ̽͆ͤH̑ͬIͩ̃ͭ̾̂N̎̇̎͋ͩ͗G̒̏̅S̐̓ͯ̓̓̆͆?ͮ̉ͤ!́̉̓?̛̒ͮͪ̆̅!͗̅ͬ͑̌͆̋“ Error
screams again, trying his best not to step on any of them as he walks over to
you.


You can't help it, you burst out in hysterical laughter.


“P-please!” You wheeze. “Don't get rid of them! Ever!” You fall over, out of
breath as you keep laughing, Error keeps screaming, and the tsums keep
sneezing.
Chapter End Notes
     Tsums are so cute I can only imagine their adorable tiny sneezes. <3
***** Smol things have it's pros and cons *****
Chapter Summary
     Takes place in Undertale.
     Smol Sans.
     Reader is human.
Chapter Notes
     I found this ask quite adorable and i'm sorry for taking so long,
     I've been super busy with my main fic 'The Extra Fonts' and horse
     riding.
Request by Dukeofnachos: If you would be so kind: I'd like to see short Sans
where being short is a problem for him and he's dating a tall reader. Like if
human adults mistake him for a kid or he's too short to ride a roller coaster.
Or maybe he takes advantage of it and gets the reader to carry him or sleeps in
one of those plastic cars attached to shopping carts when they go grocery
shopping. Bonus points if he tries to wear one of the reader's shirts and it's
gigantic on him.
 
===============================================================================
 
 
"babe, d'you know where my shirt is? i gotta go to work." 
 
You grumble, lifting your head up from your pillow to look at your skeletal
boyfriend. He's frantically searching through the draws, chucking some clothes
out and moving them to the side in his boxers. He pulls out a pair of shorts,
putting them on quickly, then continuing to throw things about. You giggle at
him.
 
"Sorry, I think their all in the washing machine." He groans.
 
"but i gotta go to work! will it be done in..." He pauses, looking at his phone
quickly then to you. "5 minutes...?" You chuckle.
 
"No dear."
 
He groans again, louder this time as he walks over and slumps against his
mattress. "what am i gonna do?" You think for a moment.
 
"You could always where one of my shirts?"
 
"no."
 
You snicker. "Why?"
 
"you know perfectly well 'why.'"
 
"Aw, cmon. At least try!" You're openly laughing now.
 
"no! y'know i'm too s-small!" Sans' face is a bright blue, throwing his arms
about as he glares at you. He crosses his arms, pouting. "i ain't wearin' one
of your shirts."
 
"At least try." You sit up, leaning over blindly to grab at one of the clean
shirts he threw out of the draw. You throw it at him and it lands on his head,
nearly knocking him over in the process. "I'm skinny anyway, it could fit!" 
 
He grumbles as he puts it on reluctantly. His head pokes through the neckline
easily, and as he pulls it down into a comfortable position, you can't help but
crack up.
 
"stop laughin'!" 
 
"But how can that not fit you! That's one of my smallest tops I have!" It
doesn't fit him at all. It's baggy on his form, reaching down to his knees as
he tries to make it appear normal. When you don't stop laughing at him when he
yells again, he walks over, shoves you face first into the pillow and sits on
top of your back. You're still giggling through all of it, though you make no
action to move. 
 
"ugh, this is fuckin' stupid..." He mumbles angrily.
 
"Just tuck it into your pants."
 
"oh yeah, let me make myself look like i have a giant boner while i'm at it."
 
"You didn't complain last time you did in public." 
 
"shut up."
 
You chuckle again, shaking him on top of you as he tries to stuff the shirt
into his pants. You spin onto your back, lifting him in the process so you
don't crush him and placing him on your stomach. You help tucking the ends of
the shirt into his shorts. Once done, you both let go as he looks at you
questioningly.
 
"is this at all any better?"
 
"Yeah, it's a little bit, but it still looks ridiculous honestly."
 
"UGH CMON-!"
 
"WAIT!" He pauses his action to rip the shirt to pieces. "I think it will make
do. Just leave it tucked in and you'll be fine."
 
"no, i won't! ugh, i blame you for this." He points a finger accusingly at you,
you raise your arms up in defense.
 
"Hey, you never told me that you only had about 6 pairs of t-shirts on the
floor." You check your phone. "You're late for work." He jumps, scrambles up,
grabbing his blue hoodie and runs out with a "cya later sweetheart, bye.".
 
You giggle, texting one of his co-workers (which is actually the guy who hooked
Sans up with this job) to record a video of him.
 
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You're out shopping with Sans, and to say it was a nightmare is an
understatement.
 
"Sans, please hurry up, the shop'll be closed soon and we won't be able to get
anything!"
 
"can't babe, my feet are literally burning." 
 
You groan, facepalming as you wait for Sans to slowly make his way to you. Sans
had gotten tired easily once he got to the shop because of his short legs,
being that your legs are a lot longer than Sans, so are your strides, which
causes Sans to literally jog just to catch up to you. He had quickly given up,
walking at his own snail's pace as you grumble, waiting for him.
 
"y'know, we could prolly go faster if you carried me-"
 
"Absolutely not. You have legs, use 'em!" You retorted. He feigns hurt.
 
"my girlfriend won't even help her man in need!" He dramatically leans
backwards, hand on his head as he shouts a cry for "help". 
 
You sigh. "I ain't carrying you." 
 
"then why don't i sit in the carrier thingie?"
 
"...The baby chair?" He nods his head. You look at it, then back at him, his
expectant gaze giving him this adorable look that you just can't say no to and
he already knows that's your weakness... "Fine..." He makes a quiet "yessssss"
noise, fist pumping the air whilst walking over to you. He lifts his arms up
expectantly, and you pick him up and plop him in the cart's chair. He
actually moans in pleasure.
 
"oh stars, thank you. that was hurting my feet so bad." He leans down and
exaggeratedly rubs his feet, faking a pained face as he stares at you. You
huff, continuing on with the shopping as you can't help but let slip a small
smile.
 
"Oh hush, some people have to do more walking than you and are even shorter."
You give him a studying look. "Though that's rare these days, considering how
short you are..." He growls and tries to play hit you in the chest, but you
move away before he can. "Nu-uh shorty, you don't wanna look like a baby do
you?" He huffs, pouting and looking away as he crosses his arms.
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