The reader is a wizard, beings with the shape of humans but the magic of monsters. Wizards were forced into the war between humans and monsters by the humans. There, she meets the monster general, Grillby. Cover photo belongs to: http://ask-grillby.tumblr.com

(This story contains 18+ subjects. Please read the tags.) You're at your limit. Life has never been the kindest, in regards to you. But now, it's just getting to be too much....something has to give. So, you decide to make a change.... ....and as a result, fall down a giant hole. Yeah, life's funny like that.

You become a citizen in Snowdin due to being lost in the undergrounds. You had left Toriel and the ruins only to be greeted by someone you would've never thought to be so important, or essential, to your life. *warning: might get serious and have adult content in some parts also maybe some spoilers for both the pacifist and the genocyde routes.

You are an undercover singer. You sing backstage, you're voice heard, but unknown. You aren't the singer, sure, you can sing..but Frisk? Frisk is the true star, the true show stopper. You are just in the background, like you've always been, until a certain skeleton notices you. Now, you've caught the attention of the infamous mobster, Big Papa, and he will do anything to make you his song bird. Anything.

I have scoured the internet looking for the best dominant Sans and reader for you!

The barrier has been broken down and you the Reader quite enjoy the Monsters company. While Rollerskating you meet two interesting Monsters and you land up falling for one particular Skeleton.

Sans' in heat. O////O ___________________________________________________________________________________ This was inspired by a NSFW audio by alwaysaslutforsans on soundcloud.com Picture belongs to thaidraws from tumblr Enjoy, and reviews are very much appreciated. ~_^

WARNING! Firstly I do NOT own this story or the art I just put here to let other people enjoy the story. CREDITS: StarringBack: This is the person who wrote down this fantastic story. (You can find them here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/8614135/chapters/19750738 ) Cursetale: This is the person on drew this beautiful art/cover. (You can find them on tumblr) ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Summary: Frisk sang for a living. She sang in clubs that were populated by mobsters, murderers and the most violent criminals her city had to offer. She honestly thought things couldn't get any worse until corruption in the form of a grinning skeleton came strolling into her life. His name: Sans. She tried to run, but no matter where she went he was always waiting for her.

A collection of one shots between you and the man who speaks in hands. Some will be long, some will be short, some will be happy, some will be angsty, some will be fluffy, some will be smutty. I will write for certain AU's, but don't be offended if I ask for an explanation of the AU you request, I don't know them all. I take requests.

Normal days in your huge...lonely....stupid house that was given to you by your mother and father. They gave you everything, but not out of love, just to get you out of the house. You were only 16, you could barely even drive. They bought you this house, bought you a car, a nice one, and gave you your uncles motor cycle. It was nice. Then they left this world. A ring, all you had left to remember your mother, and a necklace, all you had left of your father, and this stupid, stupid house. It was lonely. Now you were 18 and looking for a job. You had good grades, and everything you could ask for. Now all you needed was a special...someone.