Sanscest one-shots {requests closed}
Uhhhhhhh- Hellloooo ! You know what this is boys ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
Sans was quite happy with his life : he was living on the surface, he didn't go through genocide routes, had a caring brother, good friends, no resets. Yes, he would have never changed his life for anything in the world. Then how did this happen? Kustard in the flowerfell univers...
*This story may be disturbing or triggering to some readers as this story contains self harm themes and suicide attempts etc.. Read with caution.* Red was beat and left for dead by his brother in Underfell. Luckily, while Red was still conscious, he texted Classic. Now, he'll be taken to Undertale and troubling things...
**DISCONTINUED TILL FURTHER NOTICE** My first time writing this type of stuff
You work at a strip club above ground. Your not playing the role as frisk tho.
*Hands you bleach, a tissue box, and some popcorn* Here! Take this! You'll most likely need it! When life gives you lemons... READ THEM! Underswap Papyrus = Honey/Papy/Pap Underswap Sans = Blueberry/Blue/Sansy
this story was requested by an amazing writer. in the story Reaper also known as Death is in love with Geno from Aftertale, but he keeps it a secret, for he is afraid he will only cause pain. And what's even worse, Reaper is unable to touch anything without bringing it death. Wonder what will happen to these two skele...
Sans was flying home in the middle of the night when suddenly he was tackled out the sky by another winged species, sans fought back but was knocked out...
AKA THE BOOK WHERE EVERY SANS LIKES UNDERTALE SANS! :D Don't question my sanity, I just like this ship ._. THIS IS A CRACKFIC- (probably) Edit (5 July 2020): Y'all I might update this but no promises :)
Quiet and harmless Grillby is fed up with seeing days go by without Sans paying the tab. Either he's too lazy to pay for it, or he always forgets to bring the cash like he says. So Grillby will have to remind him by telling him verbally... Or physically. It could be one way or the other. (warning: contains graphic smu...
Sans has been training to be in the Royal Guard for years, spending hours upon hours of training and playing out fake battle scenarios in an effort to be chosen by the Queen. Recently, Alphys has pushed some of the responsibility of teaching the young pupil onto his older brother, Papyrus, to strengthen their bond as...
Y/N a talented and kind hearted girl went to school and got a dorm with a boy!!read this to see what happens
It's been 5 years since monsters have broken out from the underground. The moment they came, everything went to chaos. War broke out throughout the land and everything is now but a bitter wasteland. At the beginning of the war, a 13 year old girl named Y/N M/N L/N lost her family to the monsters. Living on her own, w...
This goes out to my Best Friend and her obsession with Fell Sans! I know he's her favorite, so, I thought I'd write this. Before you ask, I made sans human because it makes the...other stuff...seem a bit more real. Enjoy!
Well yea this is an shipping and yes alot of Lemon cause well Underfell Sans is rough ehehe i know in werid well my first time doing this so if i do make a mistake well comment and help me make it better This can be for guys and Girls i really dont care i know you all think it wrong but meh really dont care if you tal...
This is a Reader/Underfell Sans story that focuses in the bdsm world. Monsters have been living on the surface and you work part time at a Tattoo and Piercing Shop. One day a Skeleton monster makes an appearance and your life as well as your sex life is never the same again! Smut, BDSM (later chapters) If you do not...
She fell. Now she's there. She met the one. The only one for her. Or... is he? Is he still the one when alcohol is involved? look i know this description sucks just roll with it alright? im in the process of editing it.
Next person to comment on this monstrosity gets fucking vored!! × ❝You made your choice a long time ago.❞
Blazing like a moon in a sparkling glitter of clouds as an array of stars cross your view. Walking home that night, alone to your apartment were you worked as an artist for a company, you sigh trudging through the snow, clamping your feet against the cold and bitter ground.. Life couldn't get any much worse, can it. B...