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sans flirting headcannons????? 👁️👁️🛐

thank you for the ask anon!! here’s some random thoughts i hope theyre cohesive!

So first, I honestly don’t think that Sans is the type to initiate flirting, at least not without evidence that you like him. He wouldn’t really see the point in chatting someone up who doesn’t like him like that.

He might tell you a little joke, just to gauge your reaction. Something, something, you light this place up more than Grillby, idk something silly. As soon as you laugh and look away nervously, boom he’s in.

If you and Sans are already good friends, he’s a bit of a touchy flirt. Elbow jabs and shoulder bumps when he tells a dumb joke, or his hand grazing the small of your back as he leads you into the bar. It’s sort of subconscious for him— he just likes being close to you.

His flirty puns become more frequent, which he thinks is totally working, but honestly, you almost can’t tell the difference. I mean, Sans teases everyone. Your rational brain chalks it all up to jokes.

“hey, i lost my lips. can i borrow yours?”

“Haha, cus you’re a skeleton! Good one, Sans!”

You’re a little oblivious. But you do catch on eventually.

If you’re already dating, his flirting gets almost ridiculous. He tells you terrible pick-up lines, snorting at your expression as you cringe.

He compliments minute things to make you laugh, like the way your eyebrow hairs look today or your choice in shoelaces.

Which is why you get caught off guard when he gives you a real compliment, pressing his teeth against your cheek while he tells you how wonderful you look. He seems to always save this for when you’re least expecting it.

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he’s so silly i’m gonna go explode

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I saw your request are open again! Hope you like this one. Classic sans with an artist YN and YN draws sans ALOT. So many pages of him in their sketchbook hearts doodled about and all that cute shit, and sans ends up finding the pages. How would he react?

yayayay request time again!! i’m excited to start doing these again!! thx for sending this in, i had fun with it and i always love writing in his pov :33

He really shouldn’t look.

Sans tries his darndest not to stare at the closed sketchpad that sat simply at your desk, it’s cover plain and unassuming. Instead he trains his gaze on his quantum physics/joke book, and he reads the same line over and over again, in a futile attempt to get his mind off of it.

It’s not like Sans is nosey. He doesn’t even have a nose, heh. He knows people need their privacy—knows better than anyone that there’s nothing wrong with having a couple secrets—so he can’t really say why he’s so curious about your sketchbook.

Just… why won’t you let him see? It’s not like he’s gonna laugh at you, kid! Sans likes to think he’s a pretty understanding guy, even if he enjoys a good joke from time to time. He doesn’t get why you’re suddenly so secretive about your little sketchbook.

Months ago, you used to share everything on its pages, grinning widely as you described your thought process behind a piece, your hands stained with charcoal. Sans just isn’t sure what’s changed between you two. The thought eats at him, so much so that he shuts his book with a sigh.

A cool breeze suddenly filters through the window. Fall is coming fast, huh? He stands to go and shut it, before the sound of fluttering catches his attention. He glances back at your sketchbook, then pauses.

The wind had blown the pages open.

That’s… that’s a sign, right? It has to be. The universe, or whatever, practically wants Sans to look. He spares a glance at the clock. Still a few hours before you get home. Sans can close it shut for you, and while he does that, he can just take a quick peak, right…?

Right.

Happy with his rationalization, he approaches your sketchbook carefully. Is it silly to be this nervous? Probably. He tells himself he’s making a bigger deal out of this than necessary. He tells himself he’s just taking a peak because he’s curious about you. He tells himself that he’ll ask for your forgiveness after.

Then he takes a look at the page splayed open on your desk.

Oh.

Oh.

They’re all… drawings of him.

He can feel the heat spread across his face as he quickly thumbs through page after page, pouring over each and every sketch of him. There’s too many for him to even count. Some are detailed and technical, with painstaking care taken to capture the detail of his bones and expression. But some are silly, too: like the doodles of him sleeping on the couch, or drinking ketchup, or of him…

…Of him reading his book. Exactly like he was doing right now.

There’s a soft feeling settling in his chest cavity, the same one he gets when Papyrus buys his favorite brand of food, or when you finish a punchline that Sans was in the middle of setting up. It’s the feeling of being known. Of being observed. Of… being cared for.

Gingerly, he sets the sketchbook back on your desk. There aren’t many pages left for you to decorate, y’know. He’ll probably admit to you that he peaked—he knows he probably shouldn’t have in the first place—but not before he buys you a new sketchbook, with your favorite kind of paper. Because he wants to make you feel seen, too.

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i’m sorry this took me so long babez i’ll try to be more timely with requests moving forward, i rlly appreciate your patience with me, and i hope u enjoyed <3

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Honestly the stuff you post about Sans is kind of disturbing? It really feels like you’re just pushing your fetishes onto a character, it’s weird… Hope you reconsider the content that you post about him in the future

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Halloo :D

I really really love you're writing, I wanted to (very nicely) ask what you think a lazy morning would be like with dust sans? Would it just be cuddle? Some talking and planning? Maybe a small quickie :>?

Much love <3

hey hey, thanks for such a cute ask! i hope u enjoy what i come up with here, i usually take dust in a softer/angstier direction so i hope thats okie!! anyways here we go, it gets like a smidge suggestive at the end but not rlly!!

Mornings aren’t… always the easiest for Dust. While his mind chases away the tendrils of sleep, it takes him a moment to recall where he is again. In bed, yes, that’s typical—but his thoughts can’t always place where he is right away. Underground? Alone again? His body is stiff at first, until he feels the weight of yours beside him.

Relief hits him instantly. Things are different now. He’s not alone anymore. He’s not going to go back. It’s okay, okay?

He tells himself these truths, because the hammering of his soul against his ribcage hasn’t quieted, and he needs another reminder. Everything is okay.

Dust smiles softly when you begin to stretch, stirred by his own unrest. His gaze is heavy as he studies your expression, his multicolored eye lights casting a soft glow across your face. Almost instantly, you can tell where his thoughts were earlier.

“Have you been up long?” you ask queitly, your real question hanging in the air. He knows what you really mean, of course—how long has he been sitting here, silently stewing in his own mind without waking you? Dust should tell you not to be so damn perceptive all the time, but he only shrugs at you instead.

“not long,” he answers finally. His gaze travels across your face, and towards your chest, lingering there for a moment. “maybe a few minutes,” he adds.

“You just like watching me sleep?” You can’t help but tease, knowing that’s not very far from the truth. He rolls his eyes and pinches your cheek, lightly pulling your skin between his two distals.

A calm silence falls between you two once your giggles die away. You can tell he’s meaning to ask you something, you know there’s a question on the tip of his ecto-tongue, but you wait patiently for him to ask anyways. You won’t rush him.

Finally, he mumbles, “can i…?”, his hand inching to hover over your chest. You nod and tell him of course, just like you do every morning, then lay flat on your back. It takes him a second, but suddenly his skull is resting on your ribcage as he listens intently to your heartbeat.

You’re… not exactly sure why. You’ve asked him plenty of times already, but Dust is nothing if not vague. All he ever really says is that “it’s a good reminder”, whatever that really means. All you know is that every morning, his breath goes still has he silently counts the beating of your heart against your chest.

Whether it’s a few seconds, or half an hour, you don’t really mind either way, so long as it makes Dust feel better. Sometimes, it’s almost like it puts him in a trance, one that only he can pull himself out of again.

Eventually, the look in his eye sockets will get sharp again, and he’ll stop rubbing circles into your hand with his thumb. His teeth will press a soft kiss against your chest, then travel up your neck, where he might just nip at your pulse. And although you love getting tangled with him in the sheets, you can’t help but cherish the quiet moments in the morning with him.

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eeek i wanted to write more but also wanted to get this posted in a timely manner!! i hope u like it, thx for sending in an ask :3

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haii i saw you said you wanted asks! what are your thoughts abt sans staying the night at his S/O'S place and he wakes up with their cats (or any pet) on top of him or next to him :3 this has been baking in my mind for a few hours

HAHAHA OKAY I LOVE THIS because i have a very evil fat cat, so im basing this off of her!! i hope you enjoy!!

The foreign pressure on Sans’ sternum finally makes him stir, and for a moment, he’s completely disoriented. It’s the middle of the night, and when he looks to his right, he sees you sleeping soundly, curled around his arm.

Hmm. Nothing out of the ordinary. Except it’s sorta getting hard to breathe. Sans looks forward again, only to find two wide eyes staring back at him. He startles, before realizing it’s no threat at all. Just your cat, sitting on his chest and pressing all her weight into him.

“uh… heya?” he whispers, a little unsure of what to do. I mean sure, he’s had a pet before, but Rocky was pretty low maintenance, and didn’t have eyes that peered into his soul. “can i help you?”

The soft creature trills at him, but nothing more. This thing was seriously starting to feel heavy now. He turns to you, hoping you can handle this instead.

“uh, babe? i think your cat wants somethin’…” he says, poking your cheek to wake you, but you don’t even budge. Ugh. How could he interrupt your sleep when you looked so peaceful?

Suddenly, a prodding paw steals his attention. Much like he did to you, your cat pokes his cheek, making a small mewling sound at him. “you gotta be kitten me…” he grumbles, then chuckles at his own joke. The cat prods him again, and Sans holds up his hands, at a loss for what to do.

Until she headbutts his hand.

“oh,” he murmurs, tentatively scratching behind her ears, earning a rumbling purr from the silly creature. “heh. sorta like your parent, huh?” The cat doesn’t respond, only continues to rub against him. He’s not sure when, but he must fall asleep like this, lazily petting your cat until she finally stops begging for attention.

When you wake up that morning, you find your cat perched at the top of Sans’ skull, both sleeping peacefully. You have to stifle a laugh to not ruin the moment.

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Hi I just finished POTR and it was AMAZING! I loved it so much and it was such a breath of fresh air to find such a good idea for a fic executed so well! I’ve been really struggling to find good sans x reader fics lately due to how picky i am in my characterization of him, but i feel like you nailed him so well!

do you have any other sans x reader fics you recommend that you think have a pretty decent character portrayal of him? I am struggling to find so any help would be appreciated 😔🙏🏻

i hope you know that hearing this doesn’t just make my day, it genuinely gets me back in front of the computer to write. there isn’t a compliment that means more to me than when someone tells me i captured his characterization well, because that’s the whole reason why i write about sans: to bring him to life in any way i can. and im very happy to hear that you enjoyed POTR—i recently feel as though i’ve hit somewhat of a ‘breakthrough’ with my drafting process, so you can expect THIF’s update to be out (somewhat) shortly!!

as for my recommendations? that one’s a little hard!! i am also quite picky with fics about him, but there are still plentyyyy of gems out there from some really fantastic writers. i hope it’s okay that i included some multiverse sanses in the list—i know they’re not everyone’s cup of tea, but these suggestions are just so well-written i can’t leave them out of the list!! btw, all these links lead to ao3 cus that’s where i do my reading. and as always, pls read the tags before!!! some of my recs may have content ppl aren’t interested in seeing!!!

my first recommendation is The Early Bird Catches the Bone by @/bubbleteasing Rated M, classic sans/reader

This fic is the whole reason I started writing again, I can’t lie. I read this about a year ago and I was absolutely floored with how well I thought the characterization was, and how original the plot felt to me!! Sans in this is just perfect tbh like even the fact that this fic has stuck with me for so long is really saying something because I have read a LOT of fics lmao

Jack of All Trades by @/capnhanbers Rated E, classic sans/(named) reader

I’m sure you’ve come across this one before, and that’s for good reason, because it genuinely is just that fire. Some people don’t like reading named reader stuff, but honestly pls don’t let this deter you because this work is simply fantastic. It often feels as though author has taken Sans straight from the game itself, like that’s him, I can’t be convinced otherwise. Genuinely a masterclass in long fics, a classic from the Old Fandom that has lasted through the ages, and a real treat to read if you ever have the time to dedicate to it.

Skeleton Kisses by docemoon145 on ao3, rated M, classic sans/reader

Ohhhh now this one makes me feel so angsty because Sans is really such a sweetheart and I just love him sm…. this story is simple, well put together, and warms your heart the whole time. Often left me wanting to just pull sans right out of the screen myself to hug him, he’s so cute and patient and ahsbahhanaan idk there’s something about this one that literally just makes me so affectionate over him im having trouble putting it into words 🥹

Fur a Good Time, Call… by @/popatochisssp Rated M, horror sans/reader

I teared up at this. I teared up a LOT, actually, because the emotions written and portrayed here… it’s almost like magic. The author makes you understand both sans and reader completely, they are fantastically fleshed out and their relationship is fascinatingggg. one of the best versions of horror i’ve ever read. Just full of fluff and comfort, it’s like a warm soup on a chilly day…

Whispers of your Blood by @/lili-cat Rated E, dust sans/reader

Simply speaking, this series owns me. Morning, noon, and night I think about this fic. Dust is captured fantastically—a perfect mix of sadism, angst, and trauma that Lili has melded into a delicious cocktail that I just can’t stop chugging. The dialogue is incredibly believable and always pulls me into the scene no matter what. Reader and Dust’s dynamic is electrifying, and dammit this fic is HOTTTTT, there’s no other way to say it!! Totally cemented my obsession with Dust!!

also a special shoutout to @/b0ne-merchant , who writes up the most wonderful drabbles and imagines i’ve ever read. if you’re looking for great characterization in request format on tumblr, then look no further!!

i hope this list is sufficient!! i’d like to give a special kudos to all these wonderful authors: your work is inspiring!! my fics would probably not exist without yours!!! thank you for sharing your wonderful talents!!!

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You should totally do SN!Sans (Killer) headcanons if you haven't already 🥹 I understand if you're busy with other stuff, so if you can't get to this, that's okay!! I just need headcanons of this beautiful man 🥲

oohh okay killer time!! thanks for asking lovely anon!! these are miscellaneous and written from the perspective of being his partner, so i hope you find some enjoyment out of them!! (^o^)

First rule of being around Killer: never leave your stuff unattended. The smug bastard loves to snag your items when you’re not looking and hide them, watching your frantic searching in glee. By the time you’ve realized Killer’s taken it, he’s already dangling it above your head, cackling whenever you jump for it.

Killer’s pockets are always stuffed with used napkins to sop up the liquid determination that almost constantly oozes out of him. He always leaves them everywhere around the house and hates running out because that means he has to use his sleeves instead, and those stains are impossible to get out.

(He’s secretly grateful when you start carrying extra tissues for him.)

Weirdly obsessed with board games? Always wants to invite his weird coworkers over for a long night of Monopoly or Scrabble, which usually results in brawls almost breaking out in your living room. Killer is a surprisingly strategic player. And somehow he always lands on Boardwalk first.

His jokes can be oddly morbid and fall a little flat, though you appreciate his efforts anyway:

“I don’t know, I guess I’m a little on edge today, y’know?” you say, biting your cheek as you get ready to leave for work.

“edge? well don’t cut yourself on it,” he quips, giving you an almost eery smile. “wouldn’t want you bleeding out on me, heh heh.”

Even when he presses his teeth against your cheek after, it’s hard to really find the humor in his joke.

He’s just terrible at serious conversations. Talking about your relationship can sometimes feel like pulling teeth—it seems natural for Killer to deflect when it comes to his emotions. Patience is an understatement here. If you do ever manage to get him to open up and talk to you seriously, it usually ends up with both of your emotions running high until you’re too burnt out. It’s usually worse right after missions.

But he has a romantic streak for sure. If something at the store reminds him of you, he buys it impulsively, just because he wants you to have it. If he hears any sappy music playing, he’ll immediately start humming and attempting to dance with you, even especially when you’re in public. If he smears any determination on your face after giving you a kiss, he’ll tenderly wipe it off, but not before telling you how much “better it looks on you than him.”

You wouldn’t change a thing about him, despite Killer’s constant teasing. After all, there were plenty of ways to get back at him. Stealing his phone and deleting his missed calls from Nightmare was definitely one of your favorites

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Omg hi I'm so glad your asks are open again!! How would Sans be with a partner who crochets?? Would he request a bunch of blankets and sweaters?? 👀

THIS IS SO CUTE!! i’ve always wanted to crochet but ive always been a little too lazy lol, so this was a lot of fun to write!! thank u for requesting :3

reader is gender neutral!

“Saaans,” you drawl, splaying across your boyfriend’s lap to steal his attention from his book. Your recent project falls from your lap and to the ground with a quiet thump, but you’re too exhausted to bother to reach for it.

“hmm?” Sans’ gaze stays glued to the page, his smile ticking up a bit at the sound of your voice. He’s got an arm draped over the couch cushion, hovering over the space where you were just sitting.

You give him your best pleading look, hoping he doesn’t notice it’s your third time asking today: “Can you massage my hands again? They’re killing me…” To demonstrate, you roll your wrists until they crack, noticing the way the sound makes his eye sockets widen. “It feels like I’ve been crocheting for hours!”

Sans snorts and puts his book down on a blanket you made him three months ago. “‘cus you have been crocheting for hours,” he says. “i think the cat is made of yarn at this point.”

“No he isn’t!” you guffaw before glancing at the sleeping creature at the end of the couch, wrapped in a bright green fabric. “…Just his sweater is.”

“heh. i think it’s cute.” The rumble in his voice steals your attention, making you press your lips together. You watch as he slips a glove off—something you gave him last Christmas—and wraps his skeletal fingers around your own. In small, careful circles, he begins to massage your hands.

“but,” he continues, “make sure to take a break, will ya? wouldn’t want you working yourself to the bone.” Sans gives you a dramatic wink, and you roll your eyes despite the truth behind his words. Although you’ve built up some resistance to it, whenever you spent too long crocheting, you always managed to get a cramp in your hands.

“Alright, alright, I’ll take breaks when I crochet, no loopholes,” you say, loving the way his giggles shake you both. The ache in your hand slowly fades as he works it away as best he can.

“i don’t think you wanna pull on that thread, kid.” You’ve got him started now, and you’re sure you won’t hear the end of it tonight. “i’m bursting through the seams with puns. don’t encroach-et on my gig.” His hand squeezes yours, signaling he’s finally finished with the massage—the relief is immediate.

Then, like it’s second nature to him, he lifts your hand and presses his teeth against your palm.

You try not to dip your head in embarrassment. “Th-that last one didn’t even make any sense!”

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hope it’s okie that i kinda went in a more fic direction than a headcanon one, it’s just kinda what i was feeling!! i hope u enjoyed :3