Do you love Sans? How about the numerous AU versions of him? Of course you do, that's why you're reading this. So if you're looking for some X Reader oneshots with your favorite Sans, I might be able to sate that craving.
Pairing: Sweettale/Mint Sans x Female Reader Prompt: After so many advances, you'd think Mint would give up hitting on you because you're too dense to catch the bright neon sign declaring his feelings for you. But he isn't a quitter, and sometimes all it takes is getting on your knees to proclaim your love. Type: smut Length: 4.1k words Background: I didn't get much information on this AU, but I did get: Sans is 'Mint' and Papyrus is 'Soda', Mint is extremely flirty, likes chocolate syrup, and pretty much mimics Classic but with Killer's level of flirting. I was also told he can visit the other Sanses in other AUs so he's been to Ccino's cat cafe. Notes: Y/n is meant to fit the vibe of Sweettale for this one (aka sweet enough to make your teeth rot) as well as kind like the request specified. Also, I'm trying not to linger too much this time so there's less plot before the spice - I couldn't really cook up a plot tbh 😅 so my sole goal was to fluster you just as much as Y/n with Mint's flirting 🤭 So, is this one peak literature? Ha, no <3
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"Gosh darn it," (Y/n) whined, frowning down at her mess with big (e/c) eyes full of tears. Or at least, that's how it looked to Mint, who was watching the girl cup a coffee mug in her hands with pure disappointment written into every sad crevice on her face. He shut the fridge door and popped the top off his chocolate syrup, throwing it back as he watched her bottom lip tremble.
"Lemme guess: not as sweet as you?" He winked at her back and she jolted in surprise, fumbling with the cup so it spilled coffee down her top. His sockets widened and he was beside her the next second, grabbing paper towels to wipe down her front as she quickly set the mug down. "Whoa, (Y/n), don't get too excited, heh."
He flashed her a smile as her cheeks burned, and she tried to push his hands away with a nervous, "Gosh, you don't have to- It's my mess, I'll clean it up."
"Don't worry about it, sweetheart." He winked at her, successfully flustering her into letting him wipe down her shirt until the crop top was only damp. "I like the look," he mused, grin widening when she squeaked at the realization that he could see the outline of her nipples poking through the fabric. She crossed her arms over her chest with a bright red face, sputtering syllables that sounded like words but had no actual meaning, and he chuckled as he leaned back and slid his hands into his pockets. "There's no need to be embarrassed, sweetheart. It's one of the greatest compliments a guy can get." He glanced down at her chest to emphasize what he meant and she turned away.
"I appreciate you trying to make me feel better, but I'm...indecent." The admission could barely make it to his earholes with how she was hiding her face in shame. "I'm sorry you had to see that." She hurried over to the sink to grab a wet rag in a vain effort to clean the cream and sugar from the fabric, and with her back turned, Mint heaved a silent sigh. If there were two things he knew for sure: first was Soda's spaghetti would always taste sour, and the second was (Y/n) would always misconstrue his flirting as nothing more than that. It wasn't genuine interest, it wasn't him trying to show her how he felt about her, it was just flirting for the sake of it. Sure, he flirted with everything that had a pair of legs, but it was different with her – not that she was observant enough to notice.
