#sanstum

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c all out post bout @sanstum ::

• sins wayyy too BE/ST

• The Draws are Good

• muerto guaranteed

• very honey voice

• best pers on 12/6,5

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Sans/Reader Fluff

As requested by: @sanstum

Triggers: food i guess??

{Reader is ambiguous}

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Your hands trail up Sans’ sides, then snake around his front. A warm smile encompasses your face as you press it to the soft fabric of his jacket. You feel heat rising onto your hands; he’s cooking something on the stove.

“Yes?” He yawns. It’s a little too early for him to be awake, but he wanted to make you breakfast. He wanted to try, at least. He was in the zone and staring with intensity at the hot pan in front of him.

The smell wafts into your nose. You don’t recognize it because you haven’t eaten it in a very long time, but it finally comes to you. He’s cooking some eggs, trying not to leave it alone for too long so it won’t stick. “Those smell amazing. Sans. Haven’t had these since before I moved in with you and Papyrus.”

“I just thought I would make something other than spaghetti. The wallpaper is starting to smell all noodly.” Sans’ already low, bass voice was even more gruff in the mornings. It sent a shiver up your arms to hear him speak. “I think they’re gonna be done soon. You should probably get the plates and the ketchup.”

“Ketchup?” You cringe, making your way to the cabinets to get the plates, then the fridge to get the ketchup, setting everything down on the table.  “You’re one of those people.” Ketchup people are sinful.

He places a pile of the steamy and yellow scrambled eggs on your plate. “Ketchup is good on everything. C’mon, try it.” He pushes the bottle towards you.

You shoot him some shifty looks. “What’d you do to the ketchup? Am I gonna need to call poison control?” Picking up the bottle, you hold it over your eggs and try to squeeze some out in a thin line, but to no avail.

You are blind to the fact that under the table, he’s holding the ketchup in the bottle.

“What’s wrong with the.. Is there anything left in it?” You turn it right side up and close one eye, trying to get a harder look. Sans shifts in his seat, letting his magic dissipate. The ketchup gets all over your face, immediately enraging you. You fling yourself across the table, pushing his chair over and straddling his ribs. “You jerk!”

His eye begins to glow softly, his triangular tongue making his way out of his mouth. He winks, and then quickly licks a spot of ketchup from your cheek. “Sorry, kid.”

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