CW?: OOC, no romantic or love interests (If I feel like writing a part 2 then maybe), typical TF141 hating reader trope and being reader's #1 opp, cringe, possible grammar mistakes (I'm lazy)
John Price : Dragon Hybrid
Kyle "Gaz" Garrick : Harpy Hybrid
John "Soap" MacTavish : Werewolf Hybrid
Simon "Ghost" Riley : Wraith Hybrid
In a world that is made up of mostly hybrids throughout the years, humans were looked down upon. Hybrids—some more than others—hated humans. Humans were looked down upon based on their strength, intelligence, morals, and the list could go on.
With that being said, it wasn't a surprise when a human entered into a force that is only made up of hybrids and was immediately unwelcomed.
M/N L/N, a human, was assigned to be apart of the Task Force 141 by Laswell. He knew the precautions that he should take as it wasn't his first time dealing with hybrids that hated humans.
Even though with the hybrids he had worked with in the past (reluctantly) let M/N fight during combat. It was most likely because they wanted to get rid of M/N but he managed to prove them wrong by not dying as they hoped. But the Task Force were different.
They didn't let him fight. Hell, they didn't let him shoot a guy! The excuse always being the fact that since M/N is a human, he would only get in the way and then deems him useless to the team. Like he isn't in the Task Force just because he sits around like a prince, he earned this place for a damn reason.
M/N wasn't a man who seeks for attention as he was one to keep to himself but now? He wanted to show off how capable he really was! He wanted to prove to the team that he is not a waste of space and is a soldier for a reason.
But did the others care? They didn't give a flying fuck about the human. Not even when he very much took down a hybrid during a sparring session. Or when he gave an actual good plan for a high risk mission.
They didn't care about the human or what he do or what he said. They purposefully chose to ignore him.
Well, until one day when M/N decided that he had enough.
During a mission, instead of stepping aside, he chose to act. Fighting close combat and shooting at the enemies that were surrounding the team or at enemies that were in their way.
It wasn't a mission that M/N could step aside in. He needed to help fight even if he was going to get in trouble with hybrids...which he did.
After getting back to the base, M/N stood in the middle of Price's office. Shifting his weight between his feet as he was currently getting scolded/yelled at for not following orders.
"Do you not follow bloody orders, L/N?! When I tell you to step down, you fucking step down!" Price was glaring at the human. His scaly tail swishing angrily behind him, his cigar forgotten due to his anger as it sat in his very much used ashtray.
Ghost, Gaz, and Soap were watching the scene in front of them. Ghost standing there, his expression unknown due to his balaclava as always. Gaz looked uninterested, unconsciously picking at the feathers of his wings that were close to falling off anyways. And Soap, also watching in silence. His tail flickering once in a while.
"No disrespect, sir, but you seriously expect me to listen to your orders when we were literally being surrounded–?!"
"Yes! We had them! We didn't need your help, L/N!" Price seethed, causing M/N to scoff.
"Bullshit!" M/N retorted.
"Watch it, L/N." Ghost's gruff voice was heard. M/N looked over at Ghost with the same irritated expression. "Now, you butt in?!"
Ghost’s eyes narrowed in his balaclava, the only way you could see a speck of an actual expression from him. "I said watch it." Ghost repeated with more sternness in his words.
M/N knew it would be smart to just shut his mouth. Just shut it and take the unnecessary slap on his wrist but he couldn't. He was frustrated with this whole bullshit! He can't just shut up now when he literally did the smartest thing instead of sitting 'round!
M/N went to speak but was quickly cut off by Price.
"Don't even." He spoke as his tail flicked against the spent wood floors. "Take your ass to the barracks. You're suspended till further notice—"
"That's not fair!" M/N was growing more frustrated. Not even caring that he cut off his captain who can burn him into a crisp in mere seconds.
Price has already been agitated by the human. Unfortunately, he couldn't help to give SOME props to M/N for being so stubborn but he wasn't in the mood for it now.
"I said take your fucking ass to the barracks! Or do I need someone to drag you there?" Price stepped towards M/N, making M/N's frustrated expression falter a bit as he took a step back. The others only continued to watch. They knew that Price wouldn't lay his hands on M/N...not yet at least.
Scoffing once more, M/N took more steps away until he knew that he was close enough to the door of Price's office.
"...Fuck you." Was all he said before taking his leave. Opening the door to leave and slamming it shut behind him. He should care more, be more respectful towards his superiors but how can he when he's being treated like trash.
It's always "is somebody gonna match my freak?" But never "is somebody gonna match how you ✨YEARN✨?" Darling, I've been yearning since I was born, jk.
I forgot who I requested this to, but could you write for a male reader who have a "natural-yearning-face"? With TF141 and/or Kortac. Like look at this vid of Park Jihoon: https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSSW29xvo/
His eyes, omg. Actually, I've already requested this to a lot of writers(?). I'm not going to hide the fact that I've become desperate for this✋🏻😭 Anyways, feel free to write this whenever you're not busy or if you're even interested. Thank you!
Say it louder for the people in the back, Yearning is where it's atꜝ I saw the video and decided to scroll a bit more to get a more vivid idea. Made me think of something between puppy dog eyes or a wet cat but you could say that I went for a golden retriever kind of approach. Sorry it's a bit short;;
Foible Connection
˚𖥔˖.⋆Pairing: TF141 × Male Reader
⤷.Contains: Johnny ever so friendly, Kyle's a bit of a flirt, Simon and Price are the subtle ones of the group; touch starved reader (<- implied)
None of them could resist that longing look you give them whenever they have to get back to their duties. Involuntarily causing them to run behind on schedule every once in a while. Letting you hold them for a moment longer or continually caressing you until you let up.
Johnny was the first to realize how much you enjoyed having someone close after being friendly with you the moment you two met. The way you'd lean into him whenever he'd throw his arm over your shoulders or pat your back after a mission.
Sometimes he felt that you would purposely seek him out─ looking for him in-between working hours just so he could put a hand on your arm and talk your ear off. He started dragging you along to workouts together just to see the way your muscles would strain against your shirt, not that he'd ever admit to ogling you.
Then it was Kyle. He took advantages of this newly found information. Requesting favors of you while smiling brightly, his hand on your shoulder moving over to the nape of your neck after you conceded, giving it a nice squeeze that makes your heart flutter.
Sometimes he'd take it further, boldly wrapping his arms around your neck in an all-too-friendly hug. Can you blame him? He's gotten quite attached to you and it's not like you complain about his wandering hands.
Simon, ever observant, saw the way you covet the two sergeant's touches and he felt a tinge of sympathy for you. He was moreso reluctant to initiate contact since he not all that touchy feely from the get go.
Though after a close call on a mission, he was attached to you by the hip. You saved his skin more than once and what better way for him to repay it than to shower you with praise and recognition that you sought out, though discreetly. He didn't want the others poking at him from going soft on you.
Price on the other hand was surprisingly amused, having caught you and Kyle in a rather compromising position on his way to his office. And the sergeant had the audacity to throw you under the bus after having his fingers tangled in your hair─ leaving you to explain the whole ordeal to the captain on your own.
However, the older man didn't have much to say on the matter. If anything you started noticing that he'd ruffle your hair and pat you on the back after a job well done. It's safe to say you're performance from then on starting improving drastically.
plain and simple, you could not take this anymore. being a telepath is hard enough— you used to get really overstimulated as a child, not being able to filter out voices, and being extremely overwhelmed by everything.
ever since joining, lasswell told you to not tell them about your abilities. for your own sake, she'd said. except now, it's too much.
you were just lying on the couch, reading a book and minding your own business. soap had come in the room with gaz, and immediately your mind was overwhelmed.
fuck, he looks good.
could just rip off all of his clothes.
could just fuck him right here.
god, he's hot.
why is he so hot?
it's not fair.
leave some good looks for the rest of us.
your face flushes bright red, shutting your book and placing it on the table and walking out of the room. you thought it would be easier with ghost. he's quieter, more professional than gaz and soap. you were wrong. if anything, he was worse.
you in the armory, cleaning your guns when he came in to clean his own. he sat down across from you and began to disassemble his HK MP5. his mind was mostly quiet until you rolled up your sleeves to prevent getting oil on the fabric.
shit.
his skin is so nice. so soft.
could just bite through it and make him bleed.
stroke him and make him come in my mouth.
you clear your throat, and his eyes snapped to your face. you quickly finished cleaning and packed up and left as fast as you could, and barely made it into the hallway before price was calling you into his office.
you didn't catch a single thing he said. something about debriefing in the morning. his thoughts are so calm it astonishes you. they're so collected, not all over the place like the other three, yet his imagination is so so filthy. and graphic.
should just bend him over the table.
force my cock into him.
shove him down and make him take it like a good slut.
just because there's wrinkles on the wrapper doesn't mean the candy isnt sweet
everyone told you not to date price, said he was an army guy who would probably barely have any time for you and he was old as hell but when you did start dating the fine ass gentleman that was price it was so different.
he could be the sweetest man ever one moment, kisses in the morning while drinking coffee and sweetly cooing compliments to you. or he could be the hottest fucker alive, cigar in his mouth while plowing your hole raw or his bicep wrapped around you throat to hear those pretty moans choked out.
in this case it's the latter "such a good fuckin' boy for me hmm" his voice was so raspy and deep it had your legs quivering with need "fuck price it's to much" your voice was broken from all the moans he was fucking out of you "whaddya mean baby, looks to me like ya taking it so well" the cigar was hanging from his lips, the smoke floating through the room as he blowed it out.
"see, looks t'me like you can take it all" he presses the bulge poking out on your stomach making you whimper and your legs shake "you want me t'fill up this hole" he asks slapping and groping the globe of your ass and spreading it to see his dick disappear into you.
he had been plowing you for hours now, you were pretty sure by the end of it you were gonna be limping for weeks to come. it had just started out as some quick morning kisses before you both had to start you day but then it spiralled into him stripping of your clothes and whipping his dick out and now that brought you to now.
"yesss please price" you begged feeling your body get weaker "mm mm call me that other name you love so much" he smirked "please cum in me daddy" your head falls onto his broad shoulder, his chest hair scratching and tickling at your back. "that's what i like to hear" he drawls some smoke from his cigar before moving moving from his mouth and puts it on the ashtray next to your shared bed.
he grabs you by the neck and blows the smoke down mouth, you could feel the smile on his lips from how slutted out you were for him before he held you by the hips and slammed his dick into you, listening to your lustful sounds erupting from your nasty mouth.
"such a dirty boy, gonna have to fuck all that out of you" he latches his mouth onto your neck muttering some words you could barely make out from skin slapping on skin. he let out a loud groan as he emptied his thick load into you, making sure to fuck it nice and deep into your hole that you'd be sure to feel later.
"now how was that baby" price mumbles against your head, giving some soft kisses "i think i cant feel my ass" you weakly laugh a bit along with price "well then i dont think i did my job right, i meant to have you limping" you could feel him turn you to the side and peck some kisses down the back of your neck "now how about another round" he says.
Price who is constantly talking abt his beloved "wifey" and "the missus" but never actually let's anyone meet the special gal, right?
Like, he appears totally lovestruck to the normal observer, constantly bringing up his wife in conversation with a dopey grin. He wears his wedding band obsessively when not on ops, fiddles with it while he smokes. The guys are desperate to meet her, but know better than to push the subject.
This does not, however, stop them from snooping. Gaz hears muffled voices from prices office and a very distinct groan that has his cheeks heating for a moment. Still, if theres a chance to meet this wife he *will* linger even if he has to hear what price sounds like when making out (hot). But, the more gaz listens, the more concerned he becomes. He swears he can hear price and another masculine voice, one that actually sounds alot like you.
You, as in the very much married civilian contractor that works alongside with 141. Suddenly gazs little stakeout becomes serious. Its bad enough price is cheating on his wife, but with someone he has authority over? Its enough for gaz to lose respect for the man.
Gaz sees u walk out of prices room, casually adjusting the sleeves of ur button up. He doesnt confront you, but he does confide in soap abt it. And if soap knows then ghost knows, and suddenly ur favourite soldiers are being assholes to you? They only talk to you when completely necessary, and only the bare minimum. Never smiling or joking like before.
Price gets a similar treatment, though the thin veil of respect stays up. It gets to a point where u ask the captain wtf is wrong with them that he decides this needs to be a meeting. So he calls them all together, expects to chew them out a bit, and is completely baffled when they call scold him instead.
They go on and on abt how disrespectful and manipulative it is to be fucking the secretary when hes got a wife at home, and suddenly its *you* bursting out laughing. "Oh my god! That's what all this is about?" Ghost seems about ready to fight you, so you explain. "I am his wife! Well, Husband. But John calls me wifey as a little inside joke."
Suddenly the guys cant meet ur eyes, mumbling embarrassed apologies under prices glare while u just smile, happy they stood up for u even if they were thinking of prices wife lol.
Older boyfriend Price who is absolutely DISTRAUGHT over the fact that you don’t care about marriage because you think he’s over it.
Note: mentions of past friends w benefits relationship
Masterlist
“What the fuck do you mean by you don’t want to?” If Price had been any louder, anyone outside his car would’ve been able to hear him.
It had been a few months into your relationship with Price after almost a year of being friends with benefits. You weren’t sure how your arrangement changed over time but you were glad to be with him as he valued you a lot.
“I mean, think about it. You’re like, what? 40-“
“I’m 37, love”
“Right, yeah, I just think that it doesn’t really matter as long as we’re having fun together. Honestly, I thought you’d agree,” you said before taking a bite out of your burger.
Price could only watch you in shock. Sure, your relationship started on the basis of sexual benefits but when he did think of the future all he thought of was you. Even if you were a generation younger than him, he had never felt such synergy with anyone before. It was a connection of a lifetime - emotional and sexual.
“So you don’t give a shit about marriage because you think I don’t care about it.”
“Kind of. If I’m gonna get married I need my partner to be on board too, don’t you think?” He sighed at your reply. You looked up at him, confused and cheeks full with your dinner as you grabbed the plastic cup of coke.
His heart swelled at the sight. It was like looking at an innocent chipmunk. To think that the same face looked fucked out an hour ago awed him but he couldn’t let himself get distracted by your unintentional seduction.
He grabbed your drink and put it back in the cupholder. You were about to whine but he grabbed your face and pulled you close, noses almost touching.
“You—“ peck “—are the most wonderful thing to happen to me and I’ll be damned if I don’t tie you down with me in the future.”
Your face heated up. You had swallowed your food not too long ago but your mouth felt like it had gone dry.
With your face in his hands he continued. “I’ll have a rock on your pretty little finger before you know it.” He left a longer peck on your lips this time and pulled away.
What you didn’t know was that he already had a ring for you. It was stored away in a hidden drawer in his desk, waiting to be worn by you.
In fact, he had brought it just a month into your relationship. He wasn’t religious but he knew that a person like you was the blessing of a lifetime.
No thoughts just sergeant!reader being manhandled by your gear....
Shockingly, ghost is the one who starts it. He yanks you back by the bitch strap when you try to avoid a med check, telling you "sit down, sergeant, i won't tell you twice." You're too shocked and turned on to really argue, proving the affectiveness of the method, and from there it just devolves.
Now soap is holding the back of your vest in humvees to keep you seated, a firm pressure that is so close to the nape of your neck is has your brain shutting off. Soap tells you "you're staying by my side, aye? We need this to work." And you just nod along, carefully breathing evenly and desperately trying to ignore the mental image of his hand drifting up to properly scruff you.
Kyle's no better, and honestly much more intentional about it because he knows how it affects you. His favourite is to grab the loop on the front of your rappelling harness to drag you closer while talking to you. Kyle always waits until you're speaking to do it, smirking when you stutter and pause "what was that? Sorry, you were a bit far, could you repeat it?" All while not moving his hand from resting in the loop, making sure you can't focus.
The worst moment by far has to be when you pass by price in the rec room. He's sitting on the couch with the others, going papers in a more relaxed environment before the weekend. You, you walk by and price reaches out to hook his fingers under the thigh straps of your rappelling harness, dragging you to the group without so much as looking away from the papers.
The whimper you let out is embarrassing, but it becomes so much worse when price looks up at you with raised brows, unimpressed. He takes stock of the barely concealed arousal, and grunts "Alright, then. C'mon sergeant." Before hauling you to straddle a thigh. "You've been good enough this month, go ahead."
...apparently, you're not above humping your captains thigh after weeks of teasing, even when your teammates watch you and joke about you being easy.
Dog hybrids needed stimulation. That was just biology.
Simon had read that somewhere, or maybe been told. Mental engagement in the absence of physical exercise. Keep the brain busy or the body would find something worse to do with itself.
He gave Soap your pussy portal when the dog hybrid was being too annoying for Ghost to handle.
That had been hours ago.
Soap was sprawled across his bunk, your pussy portal clutched in both hands, pressed hungrily to his face. His tail had been going since the first lick, steady rhythmic thumping that had slowed down now, gone heavy and languid, the way it did when he stopped caring about anything outside the immediate ten inches in front of his face.
He dragged his tongue slow and flat from bottom to top, gathered everything he found there, swallowed, did it again. Your cunt had been swollen for the better part of three hours, folds puffy and slick. He whined when you tightened, hummed when you softened, ears perking up when he made you gush against his tongue and tail thumped when he made you go still and shivery instead.
He sucked your clit between his lips and his tail thumped harder.
"Fuckin' hell, lass." The words came out muffled, half pressed against your folds. His voice had gone rough an hour ago, scraped raw from all the sounds he was making. Drool and slick had tracked down his chin and he hadn't once moved to wipe it. "Taste so good. Taste so- aye, tha's it- "
He drank down what you gave him with a sound that had no self consciousness in it at all.
His cock had been hard since the first ten minutes, sweatpants doing nothing, a damp spot worked through the fabric at the tip. He got a hand on it eventually, rough, impatient, barely enough, and when that stopped being enough he freed it entirely and lined the head up with your cunt and pushed in, hips rolling forward until the wet clutch of your cunt swallowed him to the root.
His jaw dropped open.
He bit his own forearm. Muffled something long and reverent into his own skin.
"There ye are," he breathed, when he finally could. "There- wee thing, look at ye, takin' me so- "
His hips moved before he finished the sentence. Short, hard thrusts, the kind that didn't have patience behind them. His tail had gone from lazy thumping to something frantic, whipping side to side, ears perked forward, pupils blown wide and dark as he watched your pussy swallow him down to his curls.
He bottomed out and held there, grinding, tongue lolling, a thin string of drool from his lower lip, completely unselfconscious about every single thing his body was doing.
Hours blurred. He’d pull out to lap at the cum he already pumped into your, tongue fucking it deeper, then mount the portal again. Rutting like a dog in heat, hips pistoning, balls slapping wetly against your cunt, cock aching more with every desperate thrust before slamming in deep and holding there, flooding your sopping pussy with thick ropes of cum until it leaked out messily around his shaft.
Then he’d pull free with a wet pop, only to start licking you clean again, over and over, never letting your poor cunt rest.
Miles away your thighs were clamped together, both hands digging in the couch cushions, a bruise already forming on your lower lip from three hours of biting it. Cum had tracked down to the back of your knee. Your cunt was swollen past the point of being able to track individual sensations, everything had blurred into one long trembling register of too much that somehow kept tipping over into more.
You had stopped being embarrassed about the sounds you were making an hour ago.
What the hell had gotten into your husband, Simon Riley, today? He wasn’t normally like this.
Thinking about price who has a pretty low sperm count trying for a baby with reader...
So of course you two are trying everything in the books alongside fucking like rabbits. Recently, price has started tracking your cycle.
He doesn't care if the whole team is spending the week over, he comes up behind you while you're talking to simon, kisses your cheek and murmurs "today, lovie." Knowing you'll understand.
He ignores the knowing look ghost gives him when you stutter out some excuse to leave the conversation and follow him upstairs.
...The dining room is awkwardly quiet even with the three soldiers inside it, all of them too busy listening to the sounds from the room above. The bed creaking, your moans mingling together with johns, the paint mumble of words.
"Fuckin' christ, that's hot." Soap is the first to break, face red as he unbuckles his pants. One hand shoving into his briefs to give himself a few firm tugs.
"No way yer bloody wankin' to our boss, soap." Gaz hisses, but his cock is training in his pants too.
"....eh. why not?" Ghost settles down in a chair, thighs spread wide and he shucks his pants down, pulling out his own dick without much care. He looks up to the ceiling at a particularly loud moan from you "ye think he's gonna go a few rounds? I hear they're tryin'."
"You too, ghost?!" Kyle gapes, then hears your muffled 'please! God john, please!' And suddenly he's sitting down too.
All three of prices men sat down, jerking off to the sounds of him railing his partner again and again. Ghost briefly jokes about offering to help him out, but judging by the way you two have been going for hours...he may actually accept.
i imagine the live camera feed goes off one night while youre lying in bed. new sheets still hugging you warm after the dryer. the boys are off doing their personal night routines, heavy guard dogs lay at your feet.
with the chime of your phone, a notification alerts you of outside movement. you consider it to be a waving branch or passing car, yet check it nonetheless. something about inner intuition.
youre glad you did.
watching silently as someones shadow skirts along the darker parts of around your house. passing the kitchen windows with a ducked head, then round the back.
"fuck," you bite your lip. sighing quietly as you toss your phone. "johnathan!" four heads from the bathroom peek around the doorframe slow, eyes open with the use of a full name. johnny fights a grin, ready to watch his captain get chewed out by their lady.
"..ye' love?"
"theres some weird guy wandering 'round the house outside," you inform dryly. plucking your phone back up and leaving it there. you reach for your wine glass on the bedside table, sipping as their hearts fall to their ass.
sure, anxiety stirs low in your gut. nipping at your reason and concious. but youre also keen of what your boys have lived through, the dirtest negotiations and most horrific actions.
alway do they come back home into your arms.
you could blame it on pure lack of sleep, but its nicer to pin it on the assumption youre probably the safest person in town. you were even willing to bet in the city.
so you continue with scrolling through ao3.
paying a half mind as military tense rounds over their bodies. simon whistles for the dogs and grabs his pistol. grunting and rolling his bare shoulders in atonished anger at somones sheer audacity. i mean for fuck sakes the mans tired. 
johnnys sneaking grin falls, replaced by a flat face as hes quick to grab a flashlight and gun. moving out the door on simons heels. big dogs herding around them.
"stay 'ere yeah love? dont open the fuckin' door," johns voice is a low growl. grabbing a hunters knife ( anniversary gift from you, his names carved in the wood ) and moving to the window. room lights flipped off when johnny left. scanning the open grass with an annoyed brow twitch. "kyle, wi' me."
kyle nods, glancing back three times to make sure youre content. careful to lock the bedroom door and leave a weapon with you, which he drills in not to touch less you hear the burglar. with a final glance, hes gone with the rest of them.
your ears perk for movement outside. glass shatters and a door kicks open. youre pretty sure you hear the guy shriek — most definitely simons doing, weird fucker was waiting in the dark — a brisk struggle before the house falls silent, words they dont want you hearing are exchanged then hes thrown out onto the grass.
hes quick to jump up and scurry off, wet pants uncomfortable and now stinking.
you sigh with annoyance, replacing windows was the biggest bitch. but whatever, sukuna is realizing his love for Y/N.
Hi hi, I haven't requested from my for a bit! I was hoping to put Inna request!
In this, can I have undertale sans, underfell sans, underswap papyrus, and horrortale sans?
In this, the bros are chilling at home when reader burst thru the door, panicked. They then ask the skeleton a hypothetical question, but it's very detailed... but the hypothetical question aren't so hypothetical. It's actually happening right now.
You can chose what every it is, make it funny, worrisome, you puck! I just want to know what they will do.
Stay safe irl and have a good morning/noon/night!
UT, UF, US, + Bonus skeles with weirdly specific hypotheticals
Undertale:
Sans:
"Completely hypothetically of course, if I happened to find two of those person-sized hamster balls.... How likely would you be to go roll around the park in one with me?"
It takes him a little bit of convincing. He'll say that he's just so comfortable on the couch, that he was just about to get some shut-eye, but he will entertain you by giving his "hypothetical" answer
"dunno... i'd probably just roll with whatever plans you got for the day."
The way he looks at you through one open eye as he feigns sleep makes it all too obvious that he's waiting for some kind of reaction for his jokes
When you instead drag him off of the couch and out to the park at the end of the block, he doesn't complain nearly as much as you thought he would - instead keeping up a constant stream of horri-ball puns
At the end of the day, all he really does is take a long nap in the giant hamster-ball, even if he did narrowly save you from rolling into the pond in the center of the park a few times
Papyrus:
"If I were to hypothetically spend an entire week setting up the perfect picnic date, dinosaur oatmeal and all of your other favorites, would you or would you not want to go with me?"
If Papyrus wasn't excited already just by seeing you before, he's downright elated to hear your question
He knows you well enough to know that it isn't really hypothetical, and he absolutely lets out the loudest and happiest squeal you've ever heard from him
While he might chide you a little bit for keeping it a secret from him, and maybe huff at his own obliviousness considering that he was there when you were getting all of the groceries for it, he's quick to run upstairs and get dressed up for the date
He is so, so, so grateful for every little thing you've set up
The blanket you've laid out on the grass is perfect, all of the food you've made and bough for the two of you are the best things he's ever had, and he's more than a little surprised to find that you brought every single one of his favorites
Underfell:
Red:
You're panting and out of breath from running for your life as you ask, "Hypothetically, if I just ran away from your brother trying to teach me self-defense, how long do I have before he catches up to me?"
Red stares at you for a few shocked seconds before he laughs. It's not the quiet chuckles you're used to from him, but instead a full belly laugh that has him wiping away tears from his eyes by the time he's done
He doesn't even get the chance to fully answer you before Edge barges in to drag you back to your sparring session, resulting in another fit of cackles from Red
He'll follow you to watch your training, occasionally offering snickers and silent thumbs up when you look over to him while being worked to death by his brother
When you're finally done (and utterly exhausted despite the monster candies and healing salves that you'd been given), Red will probably end up asking you why in the world you thought agreeing to this was a bad idea
Underswap:
Blue:
"Soooo... Hypothetically, if we happened to have an entire family of ducklings living in our bathtub because they got separated from their mom, what would you do?"
He had been just about to go into the bathroom when you'd stopped him, and it was less than a second after you were done asking that his eyes lit up
Immediately, Blue rushes into the bathroom with too much excitement to see if there really are ducklings in the bathtub, and as soon as he sees that there are, he's on a mission
Researching, calling wildlife rescues, making sure that he has anything and everything he possibly can to make sure the ducklings have the best chance of survival they possibly can until an expert comes to pick them up
"DO WE HAVE ENOUGH FOOD FOR THEM? NO, NO, NOT BREAD! THAT'S BAD, WE NEED... MEAL WORMS AND CHICK FEED!"
He takes care of them so much that by the time they finally have to leave, they're following him around like he's their mom
Stretch:
"In the very very hypothetical case that I accidentally set the house on fire while hanging out with Alphys and Blue again, how-?"
You don't even get a chance to ask your full question before Stretch is already up on his feet to check on the damage
This isn't the first time, and it certainly won't be the last, so it really shouldn't be a surprise to find out that he'd hidden extinguishers and fire blankets in quite literally every cabinet he could think of
After the panic is over and the damage has been assessed (thankfully it's not nearly as bad as the first time you and Alphys had attempted to cook together) he'll never stop teasing you for it
"you really did it again? maybe we should just go ahead and call over the fire department before you even start cooking."
He'll act all exasperated, but that won't stop him from offering to give you baking lessons from him
+ Bonus: Horrortale
Skull&Sweets:
"So, hypothetically, if one of my old friends gave me all of their farming stuff that they didn't need anymore, do you think either of you would be willing to help me start a garden?"
Sweets is already up on his feet and staring at you like you just told him he won the lottery. He won't waste even a minute before he rushes back to his room to grab all of the gardening books he's collected from the library, and it's a steady stream of facts and tips and every possible thing you could every think to know about it
Skull might be a little bit less involved with the actual labor of tilling the soil and adding the compost in, but he'll be more than happy to go out and get all of the seeds you and Sweets have decided to plant, so long as he has a list to look back at in case he forgets
After everything is set up and all of the seeds are planted, Sweets will be checking for sprouts almost obsessively
"IS THE PH OF THE SOIL CORRECT? DID THE WORMS WE RELEASED MIGRATE TO SOMEWHERE ELSE? WHAT IF THE BELL PEPPERS CROSS-BREED WITH THE HOT PEPPERS?"
It'll take both you and Skull to assure him that it can take longer than expected for things to start sprouting
And when things are finally growing, ending in the first harvest, you'd better bet that the pair are are going to make the best feast they can with their hard earned produce
Fried squash, zucchini bread, stuffed bell peppers, rhubarb pie, pickled okra... They'll make anything and everything they can
Heeyyyy can I request how would skeletons would react if the reader walked up to them and said “oh i can take you” and they would say “in a fight right ?” And the reader is just smiling silently how would they would react?
Hii I know you as the resident papyrus lover lol. Thanks for requesting sorry it took so long to get to it! This one was fun and Blues kinda got away from me lol. My cat would NOT stop bothering me for pets while writing this,
Undertale:
Sans:Laughs it off. He gets what you mean and he thinks it's pretty funny. "heh that's funny kid" Might blush lightly as he imagines it for a second and it's kind of out of nowhere depends how much you caught him off guard with it.
Papyrus: Has absolutely no clue what you mean. "TAKE ME WHERE HUMAN?" Just stands there confused as you smirk at him. You gotta be a bit more vulgar to get this one flustered he's a little oblivious y'all.
Underswap:
Blue: Absolutely understands what you mean but pretends not to because he thinks it's funnier. "I WOULD BE MORE THAN HAPPY TO TRAIN WITH YOU!" He's got a innocent look on his face but he'll definitely remember how sure you sounded about how you could take him when he has you pinned underneath him begging.
Stretch: It takes him a second but he chuckles and gives you his best flirty look as he blushes carrot orange. "im sure you could honey" he's a bit flustered as he wasn't expecting it and thinks about the scenario the rest of the day.
Underfell:
Red: Also takes him a second but he smirks big when he gets it and gives you a hungry look "ya wanna find out if ya can doll?" He's 100% taking that as an invitation the horndog he is and will be more than happy to see if you really can take him.
Edge: He rolls his eyelights but smirks and pulls you closer. "Are You Sure About That Pet?" he whispers right in your ear causing you to shudder. He gently nips your earlobe before he takes a step back and simply walks away leaving you in shock.
Horrortale:
Axe: Has to think about it for a solid minute before he's chuckling. More than willing to take you in a fight or bed. "heh I dunno bout that… lamb" he thinks you're cute approaching him and saying that outright. Definetly writes this interaction down in one of his journals and chuckles over it when he reads them over.
Willow: A bit more aware than Papyrus so he gets what you mean and his entire skull flushes pale range. "Oh…" A little surprised you'd want him in general he's flustered, shocked, honoured, and a little bit horrified all wrapped in one. Quickly absconds but is lost in thought thinking about the interaction the rest of the day.
Hihi! I saw you had some request open and I wish to put one in!
In this one, can I request undertale bros, underfell bros, and horrortale bros?
They are with reader, who is there girlfriend/boyfriend and they go to a restaurant. Reader will tell the waitress to hold somthing from their dish. Like tomato's since they are allergic.
How will the boys act if they dident do that and they still served reader with the tomatoe or what every you chose for them to be allergic to.
If this goes aginst you're rules, I am sorry!
I hope you stay safe IRL!
i'm sorry i just wrote for the Sanses anon, i'm just trying to get anything written
-not proofread
Undertale, Underfell, and Horrortale Sanses when reader receives food they’re allergic to
UT!Sans
He's polite about it. he won't be rude to someone over what seems to be an honest mistake.
he doesn't notice what's wrong at first, so he doesn't call it out when the waiter first gives the food to you.
it's not until he notices you eating around certain parts, or not eating entirely that he asks you what's wrong.
when you tell him that you received [x] food, it goes one of two ways.
either the waiter is diligent, and is back to check on everything about ten minutes later, Sans tells them what's wrong, and the waiter, apologetic, takes back the messed up dish and brings another one out correctly.
or, the waiter is rude. they don't come back to check on your table, and he has to flag them down next time they pass.
"I'm sorry, I believe they ordered this without [x]. could we get this taken back?"
they don't verbally respond, but take the food back, and bring you back the correct dish.
UF!Sans
unlike UT, my boy noticed immediately, as he always looks over both yours and his meals because he looks for ANY chance to complain.
before your waiter leaves, he says bluntly, "they ordered this without [x]."
he WILL get into a full on argument, no matter whether or not the waiter was nice about it.
if they're nice, they give in, and you also get a free dessert!
however, if they're rude, it escalates and their manager is called, resulting in Sans getting banned from the restaurant for the scene he caused. sorry :/
HT!Sans
he doesn't necessarily understand allergies, i think. both from the fact that, where he comes from, you eat what you can get, and that his head injury sooooorta messes up his ability to comprehend it, almost.
although he does notice immediately, because you aren't eating, and he's worried.
it takes a good deal of explaining before he really gets why you can't eat it.
at first, he goes to get up and go straight to the kitchen, your plate in hand, to fix it. you have to get up and drag him by the wrist back to his seat to explain that it simply isn't acceptable.
so, he waits until the next time your waiter passes by. he acts like it was personal, and he goes into argument mode. unless they're nice, and the issue is immediately resolved.
or, they're rude, and let it escalate. it's certainly not nearly as much of a scene as UF's. though the manager is still called, and they resolve the issue.
So, I don't remember sending you an ask, and if I did, then ignore this one and focus on the other one!
So I ask for undertale bros, underfell bros, and horrotale bros.
In this scenario, they are In a relationship with reader (Separate but if it makes it eairr to make it poly then do so) and in this, they have been trying for a baby for almost 2 years. Suddenly, Reader gets pregnant and decided to surprise their loved one.
It can be simple like an actal bun in the oven intel they get it or something more challenging like a Scavenger hunt.
How will the boys react and how will they act during the pregnancy?
Please, again I say this. If you already have a request from me, don't worrie about this one and focus on the other one. (Unless this is one better then understandable)
Hope yiu have a safe day/noon/night/or where ever you are!
Alrighty! I love this ask—personally, I love when the reader and the boys have a little family. <33 there are not enough fanfics (that i can find) about it :((
AFAB reader and pregnancy headcannons below! But reader is still gender ambiguous so the trans boys and the he/hims can enjoy (like me, hehe, love you seahorses out there)
UT Sans.
You two weren't actively trying to conceive; hell, you two weren't even sure you could.
You and Sans had talked about wanting kids but never got further than that; that was until you started feeling weird.
Constantly tired and gaining weight, then you started constantly throwing up. Finally, you went to the doctor and got the results.
So here you are, sitting on the couch anxiously waiting for your mate sans to come home.
In your lap you hold a small wrapped box; inside you had a “world's best farter” shirt; only the farter was crossed out and spelled "father.”.
Finally the door unlocks, and sans walks in holding some Grilby’s bags.
“Hey babe, im home... you ok? You look upset,” sans says, his brows furrowing.
You shake your head, “im not upset, but i have something to tell you... you should really sit down.”
Sans does as hes told; sitting next to you on the couch, you place the box in his hands and urge him to open it.
He pulls out the shirt and reads it, confused.
“Im not a father though...” he asks, and you blankly stare at him. You forgot how dense your mate can be.
It takes a few moments before it clicks, his eyelights expanding as he looks at you in realization.
“Oh my god!”
“Yeah…”
His permagrin widens as he pulls you into a hug, tears brimming in his eyes.
You two hold each other for a few minutes, crying of joy. Sans immediately wants to tell everyone, but you urge him to wait until tomorrow; tonight you just want to be with him.
Either way, you both are extremely excited for your new little family.
-UT papyrus
“Dd- do you t-think you c-could be p-pregnatt?” alphys asks, rubbing your back as you hurl into the toilet for the fourth day in a row. You gasp for air as you wipe tears from your eyes.
“No… Monsters can't get humans pregnant... can they?” alphys shrugs.
And that's how you found out you were pregnant. Sitting on the floor of undyne and alphys bathroom as papyrus and undyne spar in the backyard.
Alpys was able to grab you a test from the store, and it came back positive. You stare at the two little lines for what feels like years... What would Papyrus say? You never talked about this stuff with him... and it never crossed your mind that you could get pregnant like that with a monster...
The back door opens, breaking you from your mini-spiral.
“What do you want to do?” Alphys asks quietly.
“I have to tell him... When we get home though,” Alpys nods, telling you to call her if you need anything.
You step out of the bathroom, trying to hide your anxiety and greet your boyfriend.
“Hi papy! How was training?”
"HELLO, MY LOVE! YOU SHOULD HAVE SEEN IT, MY BEST SPAR YET!!” he boasts, undyne slaps him on the back playfully.
"Yeah, CAUSE I LET YOU WIN, NERD!”
Undyne laughs as Papyrus rolls his eyes, gathering his things.
“YES WELL, WE WILL SEE ABOUT THAT NEXT WEEK!”
The two of you bid your goodbyes and take the short trek home, Papyrus telling you all about his training with Undyne. After a few minutes, you both arrive at your shared apartment, locking the door behind you. You call Papyrus’s name.
He turns to you, noting your shaky voice with worry.
“Are You Alright?” he asks, lowering his voice.
"Um, I have to tell you something important,” you say, gesturing for him to take a seat.
He quietly sits down, more worried by the second.
With a heavy sigh, you sit down next to him, opening your mouth to start, but nothing comes to mind.
“Y/N… Did I Do Something To Upset You? I Apolig-”
“Im pregnant,” you blurt out, interrupting Papyrus.
Papyrus stares at you agape. That was not what he was expecting from you.
You fidget with your fingers as you wait for his response, opening your mouth to apoligize or something, but Papyrus beats you to it.
“Really?”
“...yeah”
Tears appear in papyrus’s eye sockets as he stares at you with an unreadable expression; fear grips your soul as you worry that hes upset with you… you knew you never talked about it but you hoped he would be excited.
"Wowie,” Papyrus says, finally breaking out into a smile and pulling you into a hug.
“I'M GOING TO BE A DAD!” he cries! You laugh under him, breaking out into your own tears.
“Yeah!” You are so happy Papyrus is happy; you didnt want toget your hopes up, but you were hoping he would be.
The rest of the night papyrus is pulling up houses in good school districts and baby clothes because, of course, “MY BABY NEEDS TO HAVE THE COOLEST WARDROBE! OF COUSE!”
UF sans
Red wanted kids, always had. He never imagined he would get the chance too, but still he liked to imagine having a family.
So when he met you and as your relationship grew, he would be lying if he hadn't daydreamed about it.
Though he never told you, he felt silly for wanting such soft things.
So when you brought up the idea to him one night, he was ecstatic! Immdedeatly texting alpys to see how they could make it work; fortunatey, it was possible.
But after months and months with no results, his excitement died down into pessimism, convinced that the universe was punishing him for his past actions.
But one day you came home all jittery and excited; whenever he asked what was up, you just giggled and brushed him off, telling him to wait. Wait for what?
"Doll, what are you plannin’?” sans asks, once again you giggle and shoo him away.
“You will see! Now go away, stinky man; I'll show you when I am ready!” you say, closing the door to your room.
About a week ago, you took a test, preparing yourself for another negative. Until there wasn't one, you sobbed for at least an hour in the bathroom as you saw those two pink lines on the test.
You knew you had to do something special; you called Grilby and asked him to close the bar early, leaving it empty for just the two of you.
You had planned to take him to his favorite place, get his favorite food, and tell him the best news of his life...
But sans is being a ass and making your life harder.
“Come onnn- sans”
"No.”
“Sans!” you forget how lazy your mate is, opting to sit in his lounge chair and tell him there than go to your plans. Fine then. If that's what he wants.
"Fine, I'll tell you right here, right now.”
“Great!”
“Im pregnant”
Sans drops the mustard bottle in his hand and sits up, not expecting that. You look at him unamused with your arms crossed.
“Really??”
“Yeah. I planned a whole thing to tell you. Payed grilby an arm and a leg to rent out the bar.”
Sans opens and closes his mouth a few times in shock, bringing a hand to his skull.
“Shit doll, im sorry—were going to have a baby?”
You nod your head, the softness in his voice causing all your annoyance to fall away. Sans chokes out a sob as you come over and hug him; he rabs onto your shirt tightly as if at any moment you would disappear.
“Were going to have a baby!”
UF papyrus
You two actually found out in a really silly way; Alphys wanted to check on your soul after you two soulbonded to see the reactions on a human soul since no human has ever bonded with a monster since before the barrier broke. Once a year she will do a checkup on your soul and the bond to study the changes.
You and Alphys sit alone in her office, a large x-ray-looking machine sitting in front of your chest. Alpys types on her keyboard as she starts up the machine.
“A-alright and- o- oh!” You look at Alphys concerned; thats not the reaction you were wanting.
“What is it?” you ask.
“W- well” she starts, turning the monitor towards you.
There in the middle of the screen was your soul, a faint red surrounding it—Papyrus’s magic.
“If you l-look you can see the bond is v-very healthy." You nod, Thats good…
“But if you look right here,” she says, pointing towards a small speck on your soul. She pinches her claw zooming in on the monitor. As it expands, you see the small blob is not a blob but an upside down heart.
A second soul.
“T-that is w-what i was surprised a-about…”
A little soul, you are pregnant... Your throat tightens as you feel the urge to cry. exhaustion and joy flood you. After all this time, finally!
“Is that?” alphys nods, confirming.
Alphys finishes her checkup much to your dismay; all you wanted to do was run to Papyrus as quick as you could and tell him the good news.
You get home and eagerly call his name, searching the house for him.
Shit hes at work; he wont be home for another four hours...
You huff in frustration... but then you idea.
Quickly, you get your supplies.
A few hours later, Papyrus arrives home, tossing his jacket on the couch with a growl. Today has been awful. You sniff the air, noticing the smell of fresh bread? He wanders into the kitchen where he finds you, and with a smile, he silently walks up behind you, wrapping his long arms around your waist.
“HELLO MY DEAR,” he says, burrowing his nose into the crook of your neck. You squeak in surprise.
“Hi handsome,” you greet back, turning around in his grasp to face him.
“I have a surprise for you.”
Papyrus quirks his brow at you, a surprise?
Hesitantly he lets go of you, watching you walk to the oven and dramatically fling it open, exposing some homemade milk buns.
“Tadaa!!”
Awkwardly he nods at you; you bake often... Why is this special?
You realise he didn't get it, and you roll your eyes, not wanting to spell it out for him.
“WHAT IS IT?”
“Its a bun in the oven that i made.”
Papyrus nods confused.
“YES???”
"Papyrus, im trying to be cute.”
“YOU ARE CUTE!”
You stomp your foot. That's not what you meant.
"Baby, im pregnant.”
Papyrus pauses, then it clicks.
Bun in the oven.
“OH MY GOD,” Papyrus pulls you to him and swings you around.
“I DONT KNOW IF I SHOULD BE ANNOYED OR OVERJOYED, BUT IM CHOOSING THE LADDER! WERE GOING TO HAVE A BABY!!” You laugh in his arms as he eventually sets you down, nuzzling your hair.
“I Cant Wait To Tell Sans”
HT sans.
Sans had a shitton of magic; since he was so deprived of magic in the underground when they got out, their magic came back tenfold, causing him to have constant excess. And there was one way that's the easiest (and most fun) way to get rid of excess magic... and that's why you are here now.
Eight weeks pregnant in the hospital, you came in for a stomach bug originally, but then the doctor came in and told you... It looks like all that excess magic has some side effects...
You carry the little paper with the positive test home, finding sans waiting for you at the table. He smiles; if the big dork had a tail, you would swear it would be wagging.
He doesn't verbally greet you, instead hulking over and burying his face in your hair with a loud purr. You smile and pat the side of his skill.
“Missed you to big guy.”
You try and act normal; you werent sure how sans would react... You never really talked about it with him. Sans immediately clocked your mood though, cocking his head in a silent question.
“Im fine,” you say, moving to the fridge to start dinner.
"Liar,” he says, a deep, anxious growl rumbling in his chest.
“Are you sick?” he asks. You forgot that going to the hospital and then not telling your mate what the doctors said is not the best idea.
You close the fridge and lean against it, crossing your arms.
You really didnt want to tell sans yet...
“Im not sick,” you say slowly, trying to figure out how to tell him.
“Whats… wrong?” sans asks.
Sans talks slower due to his injury, but he is still smart as a whip, clocking any small mood shifts with great speed and accuracy. You can't hide anything from him.
“Umm… How do you feel about kids?” you ask, testing the waters.
Sans perks up, thinking for a moment.
“I like kids,” he says.
“But do you want kids?”
Sans quickly nods his head eagerly, “Yes.”
You relax slightly at that, nodding your head.
“How would you feel if we were to have a kid? Like… now?”
“... that would be nice?” He asks a slight question at the end of his sentence: What were you getting at?
"Well, that may be the case. Because im pregnant.”
Sans eyelight grows, walking to you slowly as if you would bolt. Gently, he places his hands on your hips and looks down at you.
“Your fucking with me… really?” He says happily, and you shake your head no, handing him the paper you got from the doctors.
“I swear im not.”
Sans shortcuts you to your shared room, placing you on the bed and grabbing his phone to call papyrus, you have to almost wrestle the phone out of his hands, urging him to wait a little bit before he tells anyone. But he can't help it; he's just so excited!
And no HT papyrus, as i headcannon, they are asexual :3
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AHHHH i just finished reading my granted wish and it was so amazing!!!! it literally made my night :)
i saw in the tags u were welcome to me requesting a spicy part 2 of bear and his chompers obsessed reader, so i’m here to say that i would loveeee a continuation of part 1!!! the way you wrote him was just so lovely and i can tell you have a lot more thoughts about him to share!!
(also your wishing theme is sooo adorable EEEK im actually very excited for your blog its so adorable!!)
hello hello hello! thank you for another wish! is this the part where i confess that i spent my entire day working on this? writing bear makes me so shy that i kept starting, stopping, erasing, trying again... in the end, i can only hope that this is to your liking! it took a direction i've never gone with bear before, and i hope he is as sweet as the first!
HORRORTALE!Bear/ChompersObsessed!Reader
Warnings for sexual content, sexual language, handjob, mouth... touching?, and just general thirsting over bear! 2k words because i love him! 18+ please!
This has absolutely woken something up in you.
(Bear doesn’t know who you think you’re fooling pretending otherwise.)
It’s only been a few days since you first got up close and personal, and you haven’t been able to drag your eyes anywhere but his face. He knows you aren’t looking him in the eye. It doesn’t upset him, no, no, he’s fully aware of your little… interest, and if he’s being honest, he’s pretty sure that having your hands in his mouth woke up something in him, too.
You just don’t know how to approach him about it, okay? You know that Bear can be a little sensitive about certain things, and you have no idea what you were thinking, putting your little probably-delicious hands all over him like that. What if he didn’t like it as much as you did? What if you read into it wrong and he was actually uncomfortable, but just wanted to make you happy? What if –
He can tell you’re getting into your own head about it, and it’s him taking pity on you when he says, “if you… if you want to do the… the mouth again, then… i don’t mind,” with an hopeful tilt to his head and a slow, shy wag of his tail.
You have no clue how he’s doing it. He’s so tall you hardly go up to his lowest rib, and so broad your hands don’t touch when you reach around his chest. He has the most frighteningly accurate darkvision you’ve ever been hunted by, blunted fingers that leave bruises against your hips when he grabs too eagerly, teeth so big he could take off your entire hand –
– and he’s being cute on purpose, and you wish it could say it wasn’t working, but his puppy-dog eye and pleading posture are really all the encouraging you need to believe he actually wants to do this, and you find yourself back in your bedroom and straddling his lap, the familiar position of a pillow under your rump with your hands already back on his face.
He opens his mouth far quicker than he had the last time, (when he had still been just a little shy himself,) and you waste no time in getting your thumbs hooked in his cheeks and flattened against his premolars, forgoing your previous caution. He’s got his legs half bent, your body pressed more to his pelvis than his femurs, and his palms rest on your thighs, relaxed. (You trust him to give you a smack if he wants you to stop – having a safeword is important, after all!)
Using your thumbs, you press downward; Bear responds positively, letting his jaw creak open wide enough for you to see his farthest teeth. Stars, if you had first thought he could just bite through your wrist, now you’re certain he could crunch through your entire humerus – you’ve never seen teeth so huge, and despite the cracks in a few, you have no doubt that not a single one would break. (You wonder, distantly, if those give him any trouble, but then decide better than to ask. In a moment so intimate, you would hate to bring up any bad thoughts.)
Satisfied with your visual inspection, you readjust, moving forward into tactile exploration. You rub your thumbs on his molars for a while before you use your index finger on one hand to feel over his premolars, pulling forward to loop around a lower canine. You pull gently, testing how much give he can offer you. The cuspid doesn’t wiggle so much as a fraction, but Bear moves downward so eagerly that you are momentarily stunned by the bloodmoon of his eye, blown huge and wavering.
What is he thinking, you wonder, when he looks at you like that? You open your mouth, intent on vocalizing this curiosity of yours, and then you jump when his hand shoots up, his palm cupping your jaw with a gentleness that seems impossible for him to possess. (You aren’t surprised, however – he has never given you a reason to expect anything else from him.) You are surprised, however, when a porcelain-bone thumb as big as two of your fingers dips against the corner of your mouth.
“can i…?” his tail thump, thump, thumps against the bed behind him, and you have no reason at all to deny him, especially considering that you’re already trying to get your other hand around an upper canine, and so you smile encouragingly and part your lips. The sound he makes when he ghosts over your incisors is an odd one. It’s not exactly bad – maybe a coo? – and then he murmurs a soft, awed, “so small,” and you give a slightly smothered snicker, your face so flushed that you’re certain he can feel the heat radiating from it.
Only small compared to HIM, you think, considering you can’t speak around the phalange currently stroking over your molars. You tug on his canines, back and forth, shaking him slowly side to side, and he makes a sound somewhere between a heavy sigh and a rumbling growl. It doesn’t seem to be a bad sound; his sockets are half lidded and he’s entirely still, aside from the digit running over your tongue, and so you give one more firm tug before before feeling out the back of his lower incisors.
His magic buzzes like poprocks against your fingers. You pull back to his canines at first, surprised, and then lean your body forward, elated, at the glow of denim blue behind his teeth. You knew he had one! He’s been holding out on you what the fuck!! You have to draw your face away from him to make this opinion known, swallowing thickly before you can speak, but it’s worth it to feel him laugh under your fingers, to feel his smile widen against your palms and he blushes the prettiest shade of weathered blue.
Unwilling to lose your opportunity – (and your boldness,) – you whisper-chant out an excited gimme, gimme, gimme, giving up your hold on his upper cuspid and reach deeper into his maw. Your first note is that his tongue is cold – you’re surprised by the chill that meets you when you flatten your fingers over it. (The same texture as all the other ecto he’s shown you before, smooth and a little slippery – he’s literally been robbing you, not showing you this sooner!)
Bear pats at your thigh with a desperation that makes you recoil. He doesn’t let you get very far – his hand, the one not glossy with your spit, that had been on your leg, grabs your hip with enough force that you hiss through your teeth. Unable to give him space completely, you settle for drawing your arms to your chest, already forming an apology that dies before it reaches your lips.
He doesn’t look upset.
His face wears an expression you haven’t seen before; his eyesockets are big and round, his grin odd and strained, and his breathing comes out rough and fast through his still-parted jaw. You would be worried for him, if he wasn’t also flushed a shade of blue so incredibly bright that you swear he’s literally glowing. (You’ve met that shade of blue quite a few times – and it is not a bad one.)
You ask if he’s okay after the silence presses on for a beat too long, and when he flickers his eyelight to your face, you add, coyly, that if he’d like to stop…
He does not.
There’s no way, you both come to the conclusion, for you to have your hands in his mouth while he’s on top of you. (Well, no way safely, as you are not willing to risk your fingers in some thrust-involved freak accident.) You love Bear, you do, but he’s…
Well, he gets carried away sometimes! And you don’t blame him for that, but you aren’t willing to give up your precious dexterity just to get some action with your boyfriend.
This is much safer! probably. You’ve stayed in your position, straddling his lap, your knees wide on either side of his pelvis, except your pillow has been relocated to somewhere off the side of the bed and his legs aren’t drawn up as close. It gives you a bit more space, which is necessary, now that his magic has gathered in the form of a pretty semi-translucent blue shaft that rests against your stomach.
One of your hands drifts down, smearing your fingers over the pearl of white beading at the rounded head before you squeeze from tip to base. His cock is cool to the touch, and, just as you had guessed, the same sort of texture as his tongue. (Is he similarly sensitive in his mouth, too? Was that why he was so worked up? You would need to ask – or, maybe, test that theory yourself.) His body jolts at your touch, his teeth parting again to huff out a cold breath, and you slip your fingers on your free hand between his incisors.
He looks like he might already be coming undone when you set some semblance of a rhythm; you press back against his furthest molars before drawing forward, the pad of your index stinging as you drag it over a cuspid. His hips jerk when you thumb another bead of pre-cum down his length, your hand moving quicker with the added wetness, and his hands, pressing into your hips, are most certainly leaving bruises as he fights to keep his jaw slack for you.
You’re making a mess in your underwear, but it’s hard to focus on your own want when Bear is making those sounds, pants broken by soft murmurs you can’t hope to understand, spoken like prayers under his breath, When you pair a firm tug on a canine with a slow, intentional stroke, he gives a ragged moan that vibrates the bones in your hands and makes your soul sing.
You circle your thumb around the head of his cock and his shoulders shake, your name bubbling from his throat as he ducks his skull lower, closer to you. The new perspective lets you see that pretty denim blue again, and with far more accuracy, you manage to catch the tip of his tongue between your fingers. You distract him from your catch by speeding up the hand between your legs, leaning forward to let him grind against your belly, and he sighs against your face, something close to gratitude in his next rasping whine.
You pull your hand from his mouth, and he allows you to bring your prize into proper view. broad and flat, smooth to the touch and the same pale blue as his shaft, perfectly sized to fit between his lower cuspids – oh, oh wow, oh he’s really cute, holy shit. Content with your new knowledge, you go back to thumbing at his premolars, lazily fishhooking him as he ruts into your palm. You have to keep your legs tight against his femurs and pelvis to keep your balance with both your hands busy, his rocking jerky and uncoordinated – but he is good, and he keeps his jaw slack, his teeth refusing to close around your prodding fingers.
You know he’s reached his peak when his eyelight vanishes completely, his entire body shuddering with a strangled growl as he spills over your hand. You tug downward on his premolars with your index and middle fingers, pulling him close enough to spatter kisses over his entire face, and use the added cum to give a few more lazy strokes. (He’s drooling, the poor thing, sticky blue at the corner of his mouth where your fingers are resting, and you pull your hand from his mouth and grin at him.)
You’ll need to take a shower, considering your thighs and belly are streaked in white, (and you will not just scrub down with a rag, thank you very much,) but for now, you let Bear close his undoubtedly achy jaw before he drags you out of his lap and into the bed to show you a little… appreciation ;o)
okay, so you’re definitely not the only one into the teeth thing.
Can I request nightmare, swap, horror, and dream with a winged s/o?
Winged characters are genuinely my favorite trope in the world
Nightmare, Blue, Skull, and Dream with a winged S/O
Nightmare:
Don't they make your back hurt? He's not even trying to make a joke by asking; he can guess that your wings aren't exactly light, he knows from experience considering his own tentacles on his back are heavy, so his first reaction is concern
Even though he never directly offers or asks, you can tell he enjoys it when you ask him to help you - whether it be with preening your feathers or giving you a back massage to loosen your muscles
Nightmare is one of those subtly caring people. He doesn't do grand gestures of affection, but he does little things here and there to show he cares if he likes you enough
He'll occasionally hold onto your wings with one of his tendrils to lessen their weight, but if you call him out on it, he's quick to drop them and give you some bad excuse to why he did it
Blue:
Is he allowed to pet them? He thinks your feathers just look so soft, and so warm...
He'll offer to help you preen the ones you have a hard time reaching whenever you're molting, and it's one of the rare times you get to see him sit down and just take a moment to rest
Blue might save some of the pretty flight feathers that fall off as souvenirs, but how can he not? It doesn't matter what color your wings are, he thinks they're the most stunning thing he's ever seen
It's so easy to fluster him when you come up behind him and wrap on of your wings around him in a hug
His face will turn a pretty baby blue, and the look on his face is so sappy that it almost seems out of place on him
Skull:
Skull is already a very cuddly person once he finally trusts someone enough, but you having wings is just another reason for him to touch you
He'll brush over the feathers, amazed at how smooth they are, and how soft it feels under his hands
It isn't all that uncommon for him to just pick you up or drag you to the nearest soft surface to take a nap together
With you laying on top of his chest and your wings resting over both of you like the world's best blanket, Skull will be the most comfortable skeleton there's ever been
When he starts to purr and rumble beneath you (can skeletons purr? maybe not, but he does), you know that he's in a good mood
Dream:
It doesn't matter how many times he sees you, Dream will always be amazed by how beautiful your wings are
The way your feathers brush against him when you're walking side by side never ceases to make him melt
For someone meant to be the guardian of positivity, he sure is always pretty tense - always on edge, always prepared for some kind of attack on the AU that he's currently residing in, but pulling him into a hug with your wings wrapped around him like a cocoon is one of the few ways to get him to actually let go
For once, he feels secure enough to just... be. It's like the whole world just fades away when he's with you like that, and he finally feels safe enough to let himself cry
Hi! This one was fun to write. I think my favorites were the HorrorTale brothers they have fun personalities.Requests are open! As always I hope you guys enjoy!
Undertale:
Sans:
He's not happy to say the least. He stands by you and frowns at the dude his usual smile no where on his face as he sizes the guy up. Trys to diffuse the situation and tells the dude to basically fuck off but he's ready for a fight if it comes to that. He'll have a comforting hand on your back rubbing small circles and shapes into it. He trys to distract you with his puns and jokes and takes you somewhere comfort to chill for a bit.
Papyrus:
Oh boy. Papyrus is immediately lecturing the dude about how that isn't nice and you shouldn't make people cry. You will be getting an apology he won't be satisfied until you do. After an apology is delivered Papyrus himself apologizes to you for the situation and whisks you away with the goal of cheering you up. He takes you somewhere he knows you like and hopes to create a good memory to replace to old one.
Underfell:
Red:
First reaction is anger he's ready to go if someone made you cry. He goes in yelling getting in the person's face, he doesn't get physical right away more standing in front of you and the person protectively to create distance. You might have to reel him in because he won't back down he will die fighting for your honour. He's in a grumpy mood the rest of the day but he's still pretty sweet to you just bitey towards other people.
Edge:
Death glare shuts the person up real quick and has them going pale in fear. He separates the two of you roasting the person while he does and simply leads you away reassuring you that that trash has no idea what garbage he was spewing.He gets you a little treat and treats you extra sweet the rest of the day careful of your feelings. He's a bit more protective of you and glares at anyone who interacts with the two of you the rest of the day, which he normally does cause he has a resting bitch face but this time it's on purpose.
Underswap:
Stretch:
Hates confrontation but he won't stand for this. He comforts you wrapping an arm around your shoulder while making a snide remark about the person more complaining to you loud enough for them to hear. He then leads you away needing to remove himself from the situation as well as you before his emotions get the better of him. Takes you home and trys to take your mind off of everything by goofing around and doing stupid things like shoving whipped cream in his nose and having it come out his eyesockets. It's uncomfortable but if it makes you laugh it's worth it.
Blue:
He steps in and separates the two of you quick. Stands in front of you and very politely tells the person off and to mind their own business before doing damage control and getting you out of there. He talks to you gently and reassures you while trying to take your mind off the situation with some spontaneous activities. He's determined to turn the day into a positive one in the end.
HorrorTale:
Axe:
He doesn't really remember what was happening before this but all he knows now is his mate is crying and he's absolutely glowering at the person who did it while standing behind you. He sets a hand on your shoulder gently to comfort you while scaring the ever living shit out of the poor sap who made you cry. For the rest of the day Axe brings you little items like rocks or pretty leaves and items that bring him comfort hoping they'll help you feel better.
Willow:
He is immediately at your side with comforting and reassuring words. He picks you up and removes you from the situation, his biggest concern is pacifying you at the moment. He says the other person needs to be taught manners and if he wasn't so concerned with you they would have a very lengthy lecture to listen to right now. They would too, he's just an older version of Papyrus with way more anxiety he would have bitten into them with a nice lengthy lecture and then proceed to think about it for the next few months at 3 am when he can't sleep.
