Sans AU One-Shots

❀Baggs❀ || lab rat.

Pairing: Megalosomnia AU/Baggs Sans x Female Reader
Prompt: Baggs claims he doesn't want you under his thrall, but when feelings start to develop while 'not' under his influence, you call him out for making you fall for him.
Type: smut
Length: 6.4k words
Background: Reading the previous Baggs one-shot should give you all the background info you need. 
Notes: This has a comedic air to it because I wanted to have some fun, but then I actually came up with a plot for it so now here we are (I seriously didn't plan for it to be anything more than the prompt, but while writing it, the plot just sorta...took shape. Oops). I'd like to note that consent can be given in a plethora of ways (including but not limited to: body language, like leaning into touches/not pulling away). 

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There was something almost comical about caring more for the kid than yourself considering you were just as kidnapped as them. Well, maybe not exactly. Frisk was knocked down to 1 HP and thus stuck in the True Lab until they were released by their prison warden, and you were just as stuck – wearing metaphorical chains didn't amount to you being any less kidnapped. You weren't allowed to leave – the lab nor the Underground – and you were forced to conform to the Royal Scientist's wacky 'sleep' schedule since you were his assistant – unwilling, of course. He didn't sleep, only taking occasional breaks to visit his brother back in Snowdin when he grew too sleep deprived, and you would've loved to escape while you had the chance but he put an ankle monitor on you like a damn convict so he could track you at all times. Yes, you tried to break it off. You stopped when you almost took your ankle off with the monitor. To no one's surprise, he was just as apt with science as he was the technology he used to tag you like a dog, so you should've known better but it was worth a shot.

Baggs was...insufferable, aggravating – among other more obscene things. At least if he insisted on keeping you under his thrall like the rest of the Underground you wouldn't have to be conscious of how much he sucked because you wouldn't care, but he insisted on making sure you were as quick witted and respondent as ever – claiming something like 'those under my control are complacent, yes, but they lack fire'. You had fire in abundance, and you made that his problem.

For example: right now. Baggs woke you with a level of alarm far exceeding the actual reason you were losing Z's for this, claiming he had a great new idea to harness determination magic – his soul goal in life, heh – and that you needed to start work on it right now. Right now being the middle of the night. He woke you up for this. You weren't happy.

"You suck," you grumbled, rubbing your eyes to try to wipe the sleep from them. Your under eye bags were nearly as impressive as his, but at least you could get sleep – a fact you were fairly certain was the reason he liked to wake you up so often. If he couldn't sleep, neither could you – which was backwards as fuck since you actually needed sleep to keep from spilling chemicals all over yourself.

"You swallow. Are you coming?" Baggs barely glanced back at you as he walked out of your makeshift bedroom – which only contained a chair against a desk, which you routinely rested your head on to pretend it was a pillow – and you groaned loudly as you followed him.

"I wouldn't swallow for you, I can guarantee that." The one thing you knew about him that had nothing to do with his magical abilities, science, or how much he irked you, was his astronomically high libido. How a scientist could have such a thing made no sense – he was supposed to be a nerd, where was his sexual drive coming from?? It would've been a lot more fun to make sexually charged comments at each other so frequently if he actually reacted to them other than taking them in stride, which just irritated you all the more. You couldn't throw him off his game no matter what you tried.