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namelessthirst · 2 months
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guys who start absolutely begging for you to let them get you pregnant...........
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namelessthirst · 2 months
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the other day I admitted to sans that his world made me decide not to die. It was what I had needed back then to keep going. To stay determined. But falling in love with him changed it, from don't die to 'I want to live'.
I can never love him enough to thank him for that.
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namelessthirst · 3 months
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This one is special. I've recently started following @mothiepixie and I'm in love with Farmer Sans. Can't help it. Gotta write about it. Them's the rules. My hand slipped.
Darlin' - TeaSnarker92 - Undertale (Video Game) [Archive of Our Own]
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namelessthirst · 4 months
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[DAY 5: LAZY…] 
Gender neutral reader, Underswap Sans, no pronouns mentioned, fluff
(Couldn't do a drawing for day 5 of sansxyouweek so instead I wrote a fan fic)
Blegh. You really didn't want to get up right now, it's so much more comfortable being snuggled up in the bed sheets than having to get up. You felt yourself falling asleep again, but feeling something softly nudging you made you aware of who was looking at you.
"c'mon- it's time to get up!"
It's Blue, or just Underswap Sans. You just groaned and rolled over, wanting to have no unexciting day. 
"i made breakfast." 
Oh Lord have mercy. 
You don't hear the smoke detectors going off so at least he didn't turn the kitchen up in flames. 
Deciding it wasn't big enough of a crisis to warrant leaving the bed, you pull him under the sheets. 
"mue- h-hey-!" 
Before he can protest more, you pull him closer to a hug, snuggling him to feel the same comfort you're feeling right now. 
"you really don't want to get up?" 
Nope.
"even though i made food?"
That just makes you want to stay in bed. 
"okayyy… the magnificent sans will allow you to have a lazy morning!"
[END.]
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namelessthirst · 5 months
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*knock knock
"Trick or treat~!"
what may look like the same clothes I wear every day... is actually my Frisk costume...! ...That I happen to wear almost all the time anyways...
I wonder if sans will be bemused...
[insert a random sans of your choice nameless^^]
The door opened immediately, as though Sans had been waiting eagerly for someone to come.
"Oh Don't You Just Look Sweet! I Take It You Admire Our Little Human?" Sans holds a large bowl of candy in his gloved hands, dressed in a red and heart patterned dress with a delicate crown on his skull.
His gold and red eye-liner shimmers in the porch-light as he doles out a good handful of candy to you. "Oh! And Take These-" He quickly pulls over a little glittery bag and another bowl of items, rattling off a few items as he tucks them away in the bag.
A small glow-in-the-dark flashlight, a set of stickers, a small bottle of water, a mini roll of reflective tape- "There You Go, You Will Find These Useful, My Dear."
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namelessthirst · 5 months
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namelessthirst · 5 months
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Unfortunately every song is about The Character
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namelessthirst · 5 months
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I approached the door of the big house in Snowdin town, where I heard the two skeletons live... I have seen the short one walk around before and thought he was cute... I was very excited to finally meet him, even if it is to ask for candy! I knock on the door and it opens...
"Trick or treat!"
I say excitedly and kinda nervous.
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A creak, some footsteps, and the door opened- giving a peek into the garishly colored living room and letting the sound of MTTNEWS compete with the low lazy rumble of the skeleton... santa claus?
"ho ho ho merry halloween." Sans holds out a bowl of colorful packets, the fake beard taped to the side of his skull slipping some.
"heh, nice costume kid. here..." He dug his hand into the pocket of the worn red pants and pulled out a hard candy wrapped in bright plastic. "this'll take care of that hp. y'know, what you lost when you fell from heaven," he says with a winking grin.
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namelessthirst · 5 months
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Trick or treat...
Sans loved this holiday... People giving out food... for free... to strangers. He'd already loaded up Paps with a massive bag, and tried to get him to take multiple masks, but its kinda hard to disguise a 8ft skeleton enough that you can double-dip a house...
He didn't like giving the food out as much. Losing stock. His bro had picked out some basics to hand out. Sans approved of his selections- nothing empty like just melted sugar on a stick. Nah. Somethin' with nutrition. Like those chocolate bars with nuts.
Sans' grip creaked the door open and he stepped out into the porch light, covered skull to toe in stitched brown pelts- two fake brown ears pinned to the fur. Paps had insisted that he couldn't use real bear's ears for the costume- it'd defeat the purpose of not being too scary for the neighborhood kids.
"Happy... Halloween...Grrrr...." he rumbled out with a fistfull of Snickers.
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namelessthirst · 5 months
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Trick or treat!
Someone has knocked at my door... what's this-? It's Dusttale Sans??? Oh no. he's going to see the warlock costume I have... It's not even that great compared to his costume!
It takes a minute, and you hear someone talking to someone else, a belabored sigh and then the door swings open with a bang.
Dust has a discolored bed-sheet thrown over his head. his fist thrust out from under it with a hand-full of pixie sticks.
"candy."
Beside him, however, seems to be... a grim reaper. Well, a dark cloak. Which seems to hover in place by itself.
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namelessthirst · 5 months
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Hey so completely unplanned but if u send a trick or treat, maybe a costume? And request a character, I'll write out a Lil bitty bit of them giving u a treat! Going for the rest of the night until I pass out 9r forget lol
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namelessthirst · 5 months
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Dance With Me! - Underfell!Sans X Reader
Fluff 💖 Comedy ✨
Summary: You and Sans have some fun at the new monster club that just opened! You came to dance, and you're determined to see Sans bust some moves as well, even if it means his reputation as an intimidating, force-to-be-reckoned-with Sentry of Snowdin comes crashing down for one night. I mean - you're already on the surface. Who cares what they think of a used-to-be sentry, right?
Inspired by several, several songs. Mostly Best Friend by Saweetie ft.Doja Cat.
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“Hurry UP, SANS!!!” You shouted from the doorway of his already very tiny apartment. 
“the fuckin’ club ain’t goin’ nowhere, calm yer fuckin’ TITS!” Sans yelled right back from the bathroom. 
“For a skeleton with no skin or hair, your ass takes so FUCKIN’ long getting ready! Oh my god!” 
“what are ya in such a hurry fer anyway?” He peaked his skull out of the bathroom to stare at you with only half his red eyeliner applied. What an extra bitch. 
“I’m excited.” You admitted, feet pacing the little entrance to the apartment. “Last time I went clubbing was… fuck, I don’t know, three years ago??” 
“no wonder why yer single still.” He mumbled as he held his skull still as he walked back to the bathroom mirror to apply the rest of his red eyeliner. 
“What’s that supposed to mean!” You huffed as you finally walked out of the doorway to follow him into the hall where his small bathroom was. 
The door was open and he was staring at himself in the mirror. “means ya ain’t got any game to begin with, and it don’t make it easier when ya don’t ever go out.” 
“Well I - I!” You stammered out, only for him to cut you off with a chuckle as he set his eyeliner down. 
“it ain’t that bad of a thing, dumbass.” He said, turning around and picking his fancy leather jacket off the closed toilet seat. “otherwise yer time would be all caught up with some boyfriend or girlfriend instead ‘a me.” He winked. 
And you rolled your eyes instead, a lopsided grin making its way onto your face. “Whatever, asshole.” 
“aight, aight, whatever - but if ya wanted to go so badly, why didn’t you go before?” He pushed past you to his shoes under the island counter, sliding them on effortlessly. “it ain’t like ya had no one to go with… right?” 
You sighed, rubbing your neck as you leaned against the back of his sofa, waiting for him to finish lacing up his shoes. “I mean… technically, I did. I had other friends…” 
“but..?” He knew it was hanging onto the end of your sentence. 
“But it just didn’t feel right? Like - it didn’t feel like I could have some real fun with them. Unfiltered fun. You know how I get when I drink.” 
“loud as fuck, yeah,” He chuckled to himself. “i know.” 
“Yeah! Louder than normal, which is already so loud. I don’t trust myself to run my mouth into the ground.” You muttered as you crossed your arms. 
“ya shouldn’t have to filter yerself all the damn time, idiot.” He replied as he stood up and held his hand out for you. “hell, i was kinda surprised when ya did fer me.” 
“Yeah, but now I don’t have to worry about that.” You grinned cheekily, placing your palms together. “You know just how unhinged and stupid I can really be.” 
“tell me a-fuckin-bout it.” He smiled right back, clutching your hand firmly in his before teleporting you both to the club. The sudden sounds of muffled music from inside the building filling up your ears as you two showed up around the back of it. 
The two of you joined the line to get into the club, passing through security and ID checks without a hitch. Something good about monster owned clubs was that if you arrived with one, no one would bat an eye. You were trustworthy, period. Something about the old lifestyle of the monsters in the Underground made them wary of strangers already - let alone human ones - so when Sans gave a nod in greeting to the gigantic dragon monster bouncer, you assumed they knew each other. Sans knew a lot of people actually - more than you’d expect from an ‘average’ person. 
Immediately the two of you were hit with the sounds of the music in the back, the noisy rap you couldn’t even dance to filling your ears. They always managed to play songs you didn’t know… you were pretty sure you could hear - but man… you kind of expected more from a monster club. You noticed the voice of Mettaton, most did, but you didn’t expect him to be collabing with a lot of human rappers so quickly. At least his parts weren’t so bad. 
Sans leaned in as soon as the two of you left the entrance, seeing the dancefloor in the back in front of the DJ’s set up - it was some little ghost monster in headphones with a happy(?) scowl - and right up next to your ear said, “i’ll get us some drinks.” How he managed to still speak in that low rumbling voice even over the loud music mesmerized you as much as his grumbling sent shivers up your spine. 
You watched as he walked over to the bar area (Grillby wasn’t behind the counter, which didn’t exactly surprise you, but it made you feel a little… foreign), but you eventually turned around to stare longingly at the dance floor. Oh man… would Sans even dance with you? You’ve never seen him dance before. He would sing reluctantly - and after several drinks… but would he dance? 
Ah - oh stars, someone was walking towards you - you could see it out of the corner of your eye, a human guy who had come in with a horse-serpent monster friend had his eyes set on you. You knew your image - your stature and your vibe - he was totally going to ruin his own night if you burst his bubble cuz he thought you were prey. 
But of course, with someone like Sans as your friend, you could always count on him to avoid problems before they even started. He showed up right behind you, putting his arm around your shoulder, the touch friendly, but of course, could be interpreted as a little more than such. Holding over your shoulder a glass of alcohol - something bubbly and fruity and oh my gosh, totally your style. He watched with a satisfied grin as you lit up and took the drink without hesitation, practically licking your lips with how excited you were to down this drink. 
“heh, ya fuckin’ lightweight.” He chuckled, his hand slipping lower and holding onto your shoulder protectively as he stared over it to deter the human who was promptly turning around. Hm. He was smart enough to know when he was beat. Good. 
“It’s called not being a taste masochist.” You shot back at him as you took your first sip and let out a satisfied hum. “I prefer my alcohol to not kill me in the morning.” 
“ya just got the worst fuckin’ sweet tooth ever.”
“No! If I had a true sweet tooth, I would’ve asked for that cotton candy type shit - but you know I hate those.” You wagged your finger in front of your face. “But you know I’m too old for that shit.” 
He burst out with a loud “hah!” rolling his eyelights as he let his hand fall off your shoulder, satisfied with the distance between you and the potential flirter as he gestured for you to take a seat a little while away from the dance floor so you two could chat. “aight, aight, whatcha think so far?” He gestured to the building they were in. “blook knows how to DJ, and it’s early in the night still, so.” He shrugged. “he’s pretty shit fer now, but it’ll get better around… what, 11?” He took a sip from his cup, some mixed drink with frost-bourbon and nutty syrups. “what do you wanna do ‘round here?” He didn’t really see the point in clubs. You could get the same, probably better, drinks in a normal ol’ bar. Hell, you’d be rid of the horny bastards and loud music too. 
But he knew you were here to dance. It was in your movements. It was the spark in your eyes. 
He watched you sip your drink again. “Well, when we’re done with these drinks, I was thinking we could dance!” You tried to hide your anxiety of rejection in your voice with excitement. You did pretty well, but he knew you better than just ‘well’. “If Blook gets a better taste in music around 11, then we could wait until then - you know, after the drinks - and we could dance when the good music comes along.” You didn’t look at him. Your eyes kept skirting around the dancefloor, worried that his reputation came before your silly little desires. dumbass. 
… sigh. Shit, though… He really… didn’t want to dance in front of so many people. 
But his single moment of hesitance was enough for you to catch on and laugh it off… “Aw, cmon, don’t look at me like that!” You immediately piped up, grabbing his arm as you drank your bubbly alcohol until it was about half way and you pulled him closer to you with a determined grin. “Dance with me.” 
ah… heh. there it was. that spark that he stayed around for. He felt his soul flutter for a moment, his already weak resolve only continuing to break as he drank his bourbon a little further to catch up with you before looking you in the eye. 
He was so close to breaking. You could see it in his eyelights. “finish yer drink.” He began with a smirk, “and i’ll go with ya onto the dancefloor - but i ain’t shakin’ my ass or nothin’, i’ll stay with ya while ya dance… so ya don’t look like a dumbass out there by yerself.” 
You grinned, knowing that if he gave you one inch, he would be in it for the mile. You let him go, leaning on the table with a triumphant grin as you laughed and took another sip from your drink. “Yes! Fucking bet!” It took you a while to finish your drink, but you did eventually, feeling the alcohol begin to settle into your bones a little bit. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to make your body buzz with excitement just a little more. Sans had long since finished his drink, and when you were done, you grabbed his hand and pulled him onto the dancefloor after you.
The grin you wore as the two of you stepped into it made his night ten times better already. And as if on cue, the next song to play became something you recognized, your eyes lighting up as you fistpumped into the air and started singing with the crowd. 
“Ain’t tryin’ to be cool like you, wobblin’ around in your high heel shoes!” You began to dance - it was awkward, and he could tell you were trying to get a handle of what your body was comfortable with moving again, but you were getting there. “I’m clumsy, made friends with the floor. 2 for 1, you know a bitch buy 4!” Even with the colored strobe lights, he could see your cheeks color a little bit at the idea that he was watching your weird dancing with a cool grin and lidded eye sockets. 
You danced like a nerd - you knew you did, and so did he, but the fondness that he had to hold back from completely overflowing in his ribcage was because you both knew you did, and you danced anyways. He would say that he was surprised by how many songs you managed to consistently move through - but you were starting to feel the alcohol and you were having fun and surrounded by people, and him, and this was your scene. Of course you’d have the energy to laugh and sing and dance for five songs practically by yourself (with him standing guard, he would admit), before you finally gasped, stars practically in your eyes, and you turned to face him with determination shining in your eyes. 
uh oh. Looks like he couldn’t avoid not dancing anymore. 
He couldn’t deny that a part of him he’d buried very deeply during his time in the Underground reared its head when he saw that cheeky, excited grin break onto your face so wide it looked like it could split. He could only watch as you danced, waving for him to join you as you moved your body smoothly to the beat and sang the lyrics flawlessly. 
“Who’s been working so damn hard, you’ve got that head on overload?” You were singing right at him. oh stars, “Got yourself this flawless body aching now from head to toe!” You were slowly making your way closer to him, closing the gap of space he had given you to dance freely, shimmying your shoulders and swinging your hips still to the beat. “Ain’t nothing! Ain’t nothing! All my ladies all around the world - good girls better get bad!” 
And he tried to resist, crossing his arms as you grabbed one and pulled him closer to the dance floor with wiggling eyebrows that he couldn’t help but crack a smile at. “You’ve been down before. You’ve been hurt before. You got up before. You’ll be good to go, good to go.” You wretched one of his hands away from his arms, holding it as you pulled him back and forth to sway with you. His growing smile from your dorkiness only encouraged your pushy behavior. 
And you totally skipped singing the rap part to pry his other hand off of his arm and take them into yours so you could pull both of them to sway with you - practically yanking him right up to you and flush against each others’ chests you sang - “That’s my girl~!” You stared straight into his eyelights with a smug, confident expression, knowing you had him right where you wanted him. “That’s my girl!” 
and he was a goner. He swayed with you to the rest of the song, that stupid grin on his face staying firmly in place as you forced him to do all your awkward dance moves. 
He could only laugh as your hair bounced and he followed your lead until the next melody played - and he could see something in your eyes sharpen as you sang with confidence dripping from your lidded eyes and new smirk. “That my best friend, she a real bad bitch.” You pointed to him, shaking your shoulders and swinging your hips, even as you got into the vibe of the song. you sure looked like you were the shit - but your moves were still just as nerdy, heh. “Got her own money, she ain’t need no-” You correctly didn’t even bother trying to say that word- “On the dancefloor, she had two, three drinks. Now she twerkin’, he throw it out and come back in!” 
“how the fuck do you know this song?!” He laughed aloud as you danced, mortified that your music taste even reached this far. You had expressed how much you distasted the new human rap, but you knew Doja Cat?? 
You didn’t answer, too busy trying to get him to join you as he used one hand to hold his skull up from laughing so much as he watched you try (and fail) to twerk for a moment. You stopped that trial almost as soon as you had started it, and reveled in the fact that it made him wheeze from the hilarity. He was enjoying himself openly now, letting you drag him around as the two of you ‘danced’, but he couldn’t let you ruin both of your fragile, meaningless images from your moves alone. You didn’t need to worry though, he would help you. 
He grabbed your shoulders suddenly, stopping your movements with a smug grin as he cleared a way, holding his hand out and making a small ‘shoo’ movement. Without hesitation, the monsters in the area made way for him, and they pulled any human companions they had away with them. Sans really did know too many people to be ‘normal’... 
When the two of you had more than enough space, Sans suddenly began dancing around you - and a lot better than you thought he would. As soon as the new chorus started, he dazzled his corner of the dancefloor, slowly pulling other people’s attention to him - and you could see how other monsters began to gasp and record, humans watching in awe… and as his best friend, you started the cheering of course. 
“OH MY GOD, HOLY SHIT, FUCK YEAHHH!” You screamed over the music, cheering beginning to pick up right after you as they fist pumped and video recorded. You did not expect hip-hop from him, but at the same time, it was extremely fitting. His movements were smooth, then jerking back and forth, and almost sensual in a crude sort of way, but you never saw him purposefully shake his ass for more than a second - which was a total bummer, but whatever - but damn he sure knew exactly what he was doing. The shake of his hips was certainly doing things to you. 
 And as his player two, you began to sing, swinging your hips back and forth as best you could to encourage the crowd to do more than just marvel at your best friend. “Beep-beep! Is that my bessie in a tessie?” And he slid right up to you, going from his position crouching on the floor, gliding across the tile and snaking his way to stand right in front of you with that same determined, smug, almost challenging look in his eyelights that caused the next lyrics to stutter in your throat. 
You knew Sans noticed the slight flush on your cheeks - and even more so when he noticed it disappeared just as soon as it showed up to be replaced with determination. Challenge accepted. 
The next song that played was a spanish one, and he was the one who took your hands this time, flipping you around so the two of you would be in the middle of the space he’d made to dance, and he circled around you as you got into the groove of the song you’d very rarely heard before. Oh, but you weren’t one to back down from a challenge - even if there were… several cameras and eyes on you right then and there. 
You began to jump on the tips of your toes, hyping yourself up before your body followed suit, smoothly twisting and bopping to the music, opposite to how Sans’ dancing had been earlier. Although some of your movements jerked back and forth, the transitions were much smoother, your body in constant motion as you danced around and in front of him, and he danced in a cooperative style with you, still circling around you. It was helpful… after all, your eyes were on him for nearly the entire time you had been dancing. 
But he didn’t let you stop there - as soon as the next song came on, you knew that Napstablook must’ve decided it was worth giving you and Sans a chance to really show off with some older songs - he began to dance in front of you, waving his hand for you to follow his movements the same way he would follow yours right after. Somehow, it worked out, your dorky, free-style moves just got a little bit better by watching and copying his experienced hip-hop. Now this was dancing with you. This was better and more than anything you could have asked for. 
By the end of that song, you were breathless and Sans let you hang back in the crowd as you caught your breath… but he wasn’t done - he had one more attempt at showing off to do. If he was going to have this posted all over the internet, then he was going to make it worthwhile. In a way you had never seen from Sans in your life - he strut forward in front of you and into the middle of the dancefloor, the crowd parting like the red sea for him to make his own stage. All eyes were on him, but you could see that when he turned around - his eye lights were very firmly trained on yours. 
You swore your breath hitched - and he only continued to take it away as he danced, confidence nearly dripping from every bone in his body and saturating the air like magic as he moved, rhythm just as quick and powerful as each bang of the drum in the background music… but when he spun around just to look over his shoulder and wag his fingers at you to come closer, your proud grin turned into a nervous smile, butterflies kicking around in your stomach as you watched him smirk. He knew what effect he had on you, didn’t he? Although if he did, you two wouldn’t be skirting around each other so often. 
The crowd erupted into cheers, as did you, clapping your hands and hollering as he made his way back to you, panting and sweating little droplets of red magic. Despite that he was smiling, obviously glad to have been dancing with you… There was a certain anxiousness to his smile that twitched at the edges. Ah - uh oh - you knew that expression very well. 
Immediately, you switched from spectator mode to best-friend mode again. Placing a gentle hand on his humerus, you gave him an understanding glance and a nod. You led him through the crowd, refusing any questions or attempts at interacting by those in the crowd until the two of you were in a corner at the edge of the bar. You may have given some insistent new ‘fans’ a few dirty glares to make sure your friend’s paranoia or anxiety wouldn’t flare while you two were having fun. 
“That was so fucking cool, Sans.” You said giddily as you urged him to sit down as you waved for the bartender to get the two of you a few light beers. It was so annoying - why didn’t they have normal water for free? 
He didn’t reply, his red eye light still flickering back and forth from the bartop to the dance floor… like he was waiting for someone dangerous to emerge from the crowd. Ah… He had gone nonverbal. It seemed as though your direct gaze might have distracted him from the attention you two were getting while he was dancing… but as soon as he began to truly process just how many gazes were on the two of you, he was beginning to get anxious. 
“Sans…” You leaned in closer, voice gentle, even over the music, knowing he would hear you. You scooted the beer closer to him. “You were awesome.” 
Your softness broke him out of his trance for a moment, the stark contrast between all the sharp, pounding of the basses pulling him out of his previous train of thought. You watched as his eye light dilated again, recognizing you and huffing as he gave you a lopsided smirk. “i know.” He teased you, a playful gleam in his bright eyelights. 
Ah, there he is. Your smile widened, glad to have helped him feel better. You sat between him and the crowd on the other side, providing a clear barrier. Of course, if he had been in a more stable state, he probably would fight you for that seat. He liked to be the one to protect you. He was stronger than you after all. 
For a while the two of you stayed there, sipping from your beers and laughing as you told him all about how cool he was - he would have to teach you how to dance sometime - and how much of a nerd you looked like when you danced. “ya were so fuckin’ cringe.” His smile was sharp and knowing as you punched his humerus, shaking your hand free of the pain that it came with. You would think that after play-fighting with him a few times you would know better than to put too much power into it - he was made of bone, that shit hurt! 
“Oh - oh okay - sorry I didn’t want to show off!” You rolled your eyes, waving his cackling off. 
The two of you bantered back and forth, the rest of the night going without nearly as much excitement than when you were on the dance floor. A few faces had shown themselves eventually, realizing Sans was in a better mood to talk to than before, and you let him be popular for the night - again. You can’t really remember what time the two of you decided to head home, but you crashed on his couch that night, giggling and spitting silly insults at one another until one of you started to snore. You’re not sure which of you fell asleep first, but the memory of that look in his eye lights - that unbridled joy when he looked at you… it made every sore muscle and pounding headache in the morning well worth the eventful night. 
You would dance with him again soon.
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namelessthirst · 6 months
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Imagine this: Ratchet is in his vehicle form picking up his S/O from work or wherever. He pulls up and finds that some other human is trying to flirt with his S/O. They try to refuse and tell the other human to leave, but the human is insisting.
HOW WOULD RATCHET REACT? 🤔👀
I could see him like using his sirens or honking until the other human shuts up. What do you think? (Not a request btw)
Ratchet would be silently seething on the inside, but he trusts you and watches closely to see if you could get out of this situation by yourself.
When he notices your nervous glances towards him and how your body language changes as the conversation goes on, Ratchet would rev his engines to try and intimidate the person in a ‘This is a warning shot, back off’ kinda way. If that doesn’t work, then he’d blare his siren a few times. Thankfully, that’s usually enough to keep them from perusing further.
Additionally, if Ratchet sees the person getting handsy with you at any point, then they better pray to god that they don’t turn into a smudge on the sidewalk.
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namelessthirst · 6 months
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Imagine your f/o being dosed with truth serum and all they can talk about is how much they love you, to the frustration of whoever dosed them.
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namelessthirst · 7 months
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Day1 Fallen King
@sansxyouweek
Fluff with SwapFellRed!Sans
Milord was awful quiet on the way home from the office party. He wasn't a fan of idle prater to begin with, unless he had snark and gossip to share- which was frequent after social gatherings. You were usually his (only somewhat) willing victim since Mutt had long since learned to tune him out without alerting the sharp-eyed skeleton of his withdraw of participation. You, however, were not as skilled yet, and also not quite as tired of hearing your mate talk like a catty middle-aged aunt who had to dish about the new husband of your cousin-twice-removed.
But tonight, Milord sat still in his expensive leather window seat, glaring out the limo's window with his palm cupping his cheek- a sign he was attempting to hide a pout from you.
Mutt didn't seem concerned, since he was fast asleep slouched with his head falling back to rest in his furry hood and his spindly legs stretched out over the bench-seat. He'd downed about the same amount of booze as you with your impromptu drinking contest, but you apparently held your liquor better than him. Or, it could have been the difference between monster and human cocktails. Either way, Milord had cut you both off after Mutt started tipping over to nap on the table and you had been tugging both their chairs closer 'to get cozy'. If he thought that was you drunk, you wondered what he'd react with once he saw you Drunk drunk- declaring to murder literal reality itself if it so much as looks wrong at the ones you love.
Checking Mutt was definitely asleep, you gathered your focus out of the boozy hands of your mind and leaned closer to Milord.
"Hey… Meelo, why're you pouting?"
"I'm Not Pouting," he said, pouting harder behind his palm.
"Y'are though," you said, poking your finger against his humerus. He gave you a sullen glare for it before returning to the window to continue looking like an emo-goth-phase teen making up their own AMVs on a road-trip.
"Is this about the popularity contest?" You tried coaxing a better response by scooting closer until your thigh touched his leather-clad femur. You'd talked him into forgoing the full uniform, since it was supposed to be a casual affair, but he'd still insisted on keeping his leather boots and pants. He was convinced after you pointed out that no one would be able to see the shimmery layer of polish on his phalanges, that was picked specifically to go with his eyeliner, if he wore his usual official attire.
The way his eye-lights flicked to you betrayed his stubborn silence on the matter.
You cooed to him and brushed your fingers over his cheekbone, "Sweetie, it's just a silly little game for funsies, it doesn't actually mean anything."
Milord huffed into his hand but did nothing to deter your touches. With a smile you leaned into him, "Babe… The crown was from burger-king."
He'd never admit to being so childish such as to sulk over a fast-food paper crown… but he did at least settle his posture, leaning back out of his sulk and crossing his thighs. He let you chuckle and amuse yourself with peppering his face with kisses.
The affection was only interrupted when Mutt grumbled about the loss of his heater and wedged himself into the pile to stick his skull against your stomach.
When you presented him with a paper crown later that week, adorned with stick-on plastic jewels and glitter polish, he gave you a flat look even as you snickered at him.
You caught him posing with it in his room later.
Horny with Classic Sans!
"Sans? Saaaannnsss!"
You shouldered open the heavy oak doors of the throne room, bits of the glitter you and Papyrus tried to glue on shedding off onto your clothes. Darn- you'd have to repaint and find more of that cyan holographic glitter…
"Sans these events need signed off on for the week and the cafe needs a refill of organic sod-" You blink.
"Papyrus, where is Sans?"
Papyrus sat nervously on the throne, patellas trembling, "H-HE'LL BE BACK SOON!!"
"Uh-huh. And you're wearing the crown because…?"
Papyrus mumbled out his answer.
"What was that?"
Papyrus stood up, feet stomping, "IT WON'T COME OFF!!!"
You watched as he frantically tried to yank off the crown from his crown, his spine bending double with his efforts.
"Did Sans…?"
"YES!!" He shouted, pacing with his stompy feet, "HE SAID HE THOUGHT THE CROWN SHRUNK AND HE ASKED ME TO TRY IT ON TO SEE IF IT HAD INDEED-!"
You put the pieces together, "Super Glue?"
Papyrus threw his head back in his raging.
Hmm.
"Boy, it sure is a shame that Sans gave up the crown…"
Papyrus regarded you with a bewildered look as you spoke louder than usual.
"Guess the cafe will have to go without- too bad." You took a peek around the extravagantly decorated room, "And, well, all kings need heirs… I thought I could take care of that too."
You heard the tell-tale sound of displaced space and Papyrus shriek in surprise.
With a bit of flourish, you whipped back around to see Sans pulling at the golden adornment. He froze when your baiting quieted.
"…how did you know i was-"
"You always stay to watch a prank play out."
He tried for nonchalance, hopping down off of Papyrus and stuffing his hands into his pockets, "heh… sharp eye, kid. well uh, guess i'm caught so uh, back to work then-"
"Oh no."
Sans' wandering eyelights came back to you as you sauntered up to him.
"You know what they say. 'That which bears the crown, bears the duties'," you loomed over Sans a bit more than usual. His casual grin wavered under your shadow.
"So," you said with a purr, gripping his oddly squishy cheekbones firm in your hand, "you'll just have to wait until your…" you trail your eyes along his quivering rib-cage like dancing fingertips, "consequences end, fallen king."
Sans' whorish whimper made it to Papyrus' acoustic meatus even though his gloved palms.
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namelessthirst · 7 months
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#sansxyouweek2023
Starts at September 8th! Why? It is the anniversary when Sans was crowned. What about the 14th? Uhhh... It's international donuts day? :D
I want everyone who wants to participate to NOT take it super SERIOUSLY! (except the tags pls don't forgor 💀 to put tags :3) Don't stress. HAVE FUN!!!
Make stupid epic headcanons of them with you, don't know don't care. I'm gonna make crappy doodles!!!
PS: I am doing this on my TWITTER.
PS2: If you participate in shitposting htsan will ofc reblog it :3
PS3: for epic adults, there is a spicy version of it ONLY on twitter (if you are interested of course). Minors I beg you to NOT INTERRACT with that. You know the rules and so do I.
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And to not leave his brother out! Lets get some rus headcanon as well? :3
Here's Rus!~
Rus is a switch in every sense of the word. You need some one to take control and dominate you? Sure thing sweetness, he'll throw you a bone. You want a sub to to what you please with? Sounds like a good time to him.
Loves to praise you till your flustered and more than slightly aroused. Your body, your SOUL, just... everything about you is beautiful to him. He definitely loves to be praise back too.
Intimacy is a huge turn on for him. All of the gentle touches, soft words of love and praise... it just gets him going everytime.
He loves watching his seed drip out of you after your both finished. It makes him shiver with desire everytime he gets to watch your juices mixing together inside of you.
He's a sweetheart with his aftercare. Featherlight kisses on your skin, cuddling you, nuzzling his face into your neck... it's heaven to him.
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