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My first X reader fic!! Holy shiz nuts it sucks!!! Enjoy!!!!

NO SMUT, I PROMISE LOL

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Your eyes dilated, breath turned into short gasps as you quickly pressed your hand against your mouth to hold back any distorted sound. Your face became flush and warmth flooded in your cheeks as furrowed eyes darted to the side, attempting to rid the shame that hung over your head.

A muffled sound of a door opening and then being shut cued your next line of action. Fumbling with the wireless mouse, you quickly moved to close the web browser. Yes, you were reading a filthy fanfiction on one of your multiple fandoms. The story you were reading just moments ago was consisted of a daddy kink, which, by the way, is one of your favorite kinks (if it's not, just pretend it is )

You couldn't help it. The tags and summary was eye catching, and oh did it catch you. The story was turning hot and heavy, and you were about to reach the point of no return after the dominant character asked such a lewd question, “Who’s your daddy? “ when you were rudely- well, thankfully- interrupted. At this point, your face was steaming as you quickly rushed out of your room, not before composing yourself, and peeking over the balcony to see who returned home.

You faltered slightly when a familiar blue hooded figure shuffled inside, a wide grin adorning his face. Why were you suddenly feeling flustered all over again? Oh, that's right. You have a massive crush on the pun-loving, stout skeleton.
Covering up your guilty expression, you swiftly walked down the stairs, smiling brightly at Sans.

“Heya kiddo” Sans lazily waved at you, shuffling towards the couch, “hope you weren't feeling bonely without me” of course the skeleton wouldn't miss a beat to throw in a bad pun.

You chuckled lightly, hopping onto the couch with a slight bounce, scooting closer to him.

“So how was work?” you asked casually, your thoughts still running rampant with perversity.

Sans turned to you with a smile, indicating that he had another pun, “Alright, but I am a little bone tired ” he nudged you a little with his elbow. You giggled with tinted pink cheeks, embracing both the contact and warmth radiating off him. You made a remark back, “Then daddy, you must be feeling like de-” Horror dawned upon your face in realization. Oh. My. God.

You drew out the last syllable, poorly attempting to slurp back that entire phrase into your mouth.

Fuck me.

You mentally face palmed, heat rushing into the tip of your ears as you quietly groaned in mortification of what you just said. Could God just smite me right now? Can the devil himself crawl from the ground and drag me to hell where I deservedly belong? ...Maybe he didn’t hear me?

You turned to Sans and found that he had his gaze on you, looking quite amused with the situation you just planted yourself in.

Oh shit, he heard me. He totally heard me. I’m such a loser! Curse my perverted thoughts!

Endeavoring for redemption, you awkwardly brushed off what you said, “Ah haha… as I was saying, I bet yo-”

“Heh, didn't know you were daddying for me” Sans cut you off, a glint of glee illuminated in his white pinprick pupils.

Your hands shot up, burying your head in them.

Dear karma,
I hate you. Please go die in a corner. And take me with you.

Your face scrunched at both the bad pun and the fact that Sans just kink shamed you. While you were wrapped on stuffing yourself into the couch, praying that it would swallow your body whole so you can forever disappear, Sans decided to lean in and lazily rest a bony arm on the cushions behind you.

“ tibia honest, I wouldn't mind if you called me daddy. It certainly would be a bone rattling experience”

And like that, he was on the other side of the couch, switching on the television and flipping through channels nonchalantly. You stared at him, mouth agape and feeling utterly speechless.

“What?!” You were about to stutter a string of incoherent phrases when Papyrus slammed open the front door.

“SANS! WHY AREN'T YOU WORKING?! “ Papyrus whined.

“I'm on break” Sans responded with a slur, paying most of his attention on the screen in front of him.

“BUT YOU WERE JUST ON BREAK A HALF HOUR AGO!” a hint of frustration could be heard in Papyrus’s voice as he continued to look at Sans disapprovingly.

“Well I guess you can just say-”

“NO! “

“- I was worked to the bone ”

“WHY MUST YOU PLAGUE MY LIFE WITH SUCH HORRIBLE PUNS!“

“Admit it. You love it” Sans replied cheekily.

“AND I HATE THAT I DO” Papyrus sighed in defeat.

You would've laughed at the bantering these two were having, if you weren't still stunned at the events that took place beforehand.

The expressful skeleton turned to you, his previously frowning face turned upward with a friendly smile, “HELLO HUMAN. WHY ARE YOU GAWKING LIKE THAT? DOES MY GREATNESS STILL AMAZE YOU? IT’S QUITE UNDERSTANDABLE!” Sans sent a teasing glance and you blushed heavily.

“ANYWHO. I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, WAS SENT TO PASS THE MESSAGE THAT YOU ARE REQUIRED OF SERVICE BY ALPHYS” Papyrus patiently waited for you to respond.

“Oh, right” you murmured. Alphys had made plans with you for this evening to go to the junkyard and scrap up some trash (a. k. a anime, manga, all that good stuff). You wouldn't dare to miss out on such a feat, as you found yourself to be oddly addicted to watching crappy anime and gushing over fictional characters with Alphys.

Realizing that this was an opportunity to get away from Sans and any further humiliation, you jumped and grabbed your coat. Rapidly stating your farewell and that you'll probably be late home.

Ushering yourself out of the door as fast as you could, you couldn't help but cast a quick glance at Sans. Your eyes met and he gave you a wink, stifling a laugh when your face bloomed with redness.

“WOWIE, I NEVER KNEW A HUMAN COULD MOVE SO QUICKLY!’ Papyrus commented as you fled sonic speed towards Alphys’s lab.

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After a long evening discussing about anime and junk hunting, you were slowly dragging your feet back home, torn between dread and shame. You begged Alphys to let you stay over for the night, but she politely rejected you, explaining that she had plans to sleep over at Undyne's. Goddammit.

“Maybe I can just stay at the Inn” you suggested quietly “maybe I can even live at the inn. Never have to see Sans and his shit eating grin ever again. Yeah… that sounds like a great idea!” you sighed, it would be useless. Of course you would still see Sans. And plus, you were broke. In addition, Papyrus would be greatly upset if you just up and left.

And it wouldn't solve the problem. You've been kink shamed. It was bound to happen. Might as well take it like a man and let my pride be bruised , your brain reasoned.

And here you were. Standing in front of the cozy home. You chuckled, noticing the one filled mailbox and the empty one. Honestly, you were shocked when the skeleton brothers let you join their household. After the whole Asgore thing, you decided to stay underground. Life above ground was dull and society was beginning to get down on your last nerves. So you opted to go to Mt. Ebott and disappear. You didn't really expect to find yourself in a long, thrilling adventure in a place filled with monsters, but you're grateful to have the experience.

“Okay, I'm ready to be shamed” you stated confidently. Marching up towards the front door, you immediately lost the courage. You jumped back with a whimper and groaned to yourself, “I'm so stupid! I can't do it! My dignity!! It's been tarnished” you truly wanted to just go crawl in a dark hole and wail in misery. You turned, fully intent on doing just that, but you missed the chance.

The front door whipped open and Papyrus was standing there with a pink apron flimsy hanging off his neck and over his usual attire.

“HUMAN! I SAW YOU WERE STANDING HERE! COME INSIDE ALREADY. I MADE SPAGHETTI” He placed a hand on your back and pulled you into the comforting warmth of the home. You were tempted to claw at the doorframe and screech with reluctance, but you decided better not to scar Papyrus with nightmares.

During dinner, you noted Sans absence. You gave Papyrus a questioning look and he replied that Sans already ate and was upstairs. Sighing in relief, you nodded and hesitantly took a bite of Papyrus’s spaghetti, shuddering with distaste. For a moment, you were deceived by the appearance. It looked fresh and appetizing, but one bite of it gave a completely contradicting thought. You swore it tasted like liquid soap mixed with… wait, is that a stem? If you were in a comic, your face would be green. Although you wanted to hurl into the bathroom and heave out the sinful food, you couldn't bring yourself to hurt Papyrus's feelings. Damn him for being such a bundle of sweetness and joy.

“mmm I think I'm done. I'm a little tired from my date with Alphys. Could you just save the rest for later?” you excused and made way towards the stairs.

I can already feel the unsettling heat in my intestines , you gently rubbed your tummy, trying to soothe the ache. However, you disregarded it, as you were silently content. No Sans, thank goodness! Now I won’t have to suffer from his taunting. You open your bedroom door, ready to bury yourself in a deep sleep and forget that this day ever happened.

But fate had other plans.

Walking in, your eyes widened like a deer caught in headlights. There was Sans, sitting at your computer desk, reading something with a large smirk on his face.

Please no. Oh no. Do not tell me… you prayed so hard, even clasping your hands together. Eyes peered over his shoulder and-FUCKING NO!!

You fibbed so hard. The distant laughter and humiliation brought from Sans could be heard from a distance in your head. Instead of exiting out of the window, you misclicked the hide window button. You’ve been caught. Sans was reading the daddy kink fanfic, and you’ll be damned if he’s not laughing. With arms up, you turned on your heel and made a beeline for the door. However, your escape was cut short as an unseen force slammed the door shut, locking it.

Nervously laughing, you slowly turned to find Sans still in your chair with his face pointed toward the computer screen.

“You're boned kid” he stated the obvious.

You wanted to snarkily respond, “no shit, Sherlock” but held your tongue.

“I always knew that you wanted to jump my bones, it wasn't really hard to figure out” Ouch, you thought you were subtle about it. He continued, “shy glances. laughing a little too hard at my puns. Blushing at the smallest touches. Evening searching up skeletal structures.”

“How did you know that?!” you flushed in embarrassment.

“Kid, there's something called clearing up your search history, or going incognito” Sans explained, his smile widening when you hissed a few curses.

“I knew you wanted to go to the bone zone” he wiggled his skeletal brows suggestively, if that's even possible, “but I didn't know you were into daddy kink”

And that did it, you dived into your bed and hid your face. You couldn't handle the amount of humiliation, “I hate you!!” you muffled into your pillow, ignoring the loud creak and the soft hum of the computer shutting down.

“Oh don’t say that, kid”

You felt a bony hand on your shoulder, tugging you to turn. Surprisingly, it felt warm. And from what you could tell through the fabric of your clothing, it also felt smooth. He tried cooing you from hiding and it was quite tempting, but you couldn’t bring yourself to turn. Now that the truth was out in the open, and revealed in the worst possible way ever.

You grunted in refusal, not wanting to face Sans anymore after such an encounter. Finally, the pulling stopped, and for a brief moment you thought he left. You were obviously wrong. A yelp left your lips as the same force flipped you onto your back.

The sight of Sans with a hand held up and his left eye socket glowing a brilliant blue sent pleasuring shivers down your spine.

The skeleton placed himself in between your legs, grabbing one of your knees and putting his other hand near your head all the while pressing his pelvis, with a slight grind, against your own. A soft moan was heard and Sans grinned wickedly.

Shakily gripping onto his blue hoodie, which was hanging off his shoulders, you stared with heated cheeks.

Sans lifted his hand to your cheek, stroking it in a comforting manner. “Don’t feel embarrassed, I like you too, you know that right?” he bent forward, nuzzling your neck before whispering in your ear, “Now tell me, who's your daddy?”

:D (Big Grin) — Description
My first X reader fic!! Holy shiz nuts it sucks!!! Enjoy!!!!

NO SMUT, I PROMISE LOL

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Your eyes dilated, breath turned into short gasps as you quickly pressed your hand against your mouth to hold back any distorted sound. Your face became flush and warmth flooded in your cheeks as furrowed eyes darted to the side, attempting to rid the shame that hung over your head.

A muffled sound of a door opening and then being shut cued your next line of action. Fumbling with the wireless mouse, you quickly moved to close the web browser. Yes, you were reading a filthy fanfiction on one of your multiple fandoms. The story you were reading just moments ago was consisted of a daddy kink, which, by the way, is one of your favorite kinks (if it's not, just pretend it is )

You couldn't help it. The tags and summary was eye catching, and oh did it catch you. The story was turning hot and heavy, and you were about to reach the point of no return after the dominant character asked such a lewd question, “Who’s your daddy? “ when you were rudely- well, thankfully- interrupted. At this point, your face was steaming as you quickly rushed out of your room, not before composing yourself, and peeking over the balcony to see who returned home.

You faltered slightly when a familiar blue hooded figure shuffled inside, a wide grin adorning his face. Why were you suddenly feeling flustered all over again? Oh, that's right. You have a massive crush on the pun-loving, stout skeleton.
Covering up your guilty expression, you swiftly walked down the stairs, smiling brightly at Sans.

“Heya kiddo” Sans lazily waved at you, shuffling towards the couch, “hope you weren't feeling bonely without me” of course the skeleton wouldn't miss a beat to throw in a bad pun.

You chuckled lightly, hopping onto the couch with a slight bounce, scooting closer to him.

“So how was work?” you asked casually, your thoughts still running rampant with perversity.

Sans turned to you with a smile, indicating that he had another pun, “Alright, but I am a little bone tired ” he nudged you a little with his elbow. You giggled with tinted pink cheeks, embracing both the contact and warmth radiating off him. You made a remark back, “Then daddy, you must be feeling like de-” Horror dawned upon your face in realization. Oh. My. God.

You drew out the last syllable, poorly attempting to slurp back that entire phrase into your mouth.

Fuck me.

You mentally face palmed, heat rushing into the tip of your ears as you quietly groaned in mortification of what you just said. Could God just smite me right now? Can the devil himself crawl from the ground and drag me to hell where I deservedly belong? ...Maybe he didn’t hear me?

You turned to Sans and found that he had his gaze on you, looking quite amused with the situation you just planted yourself in.

Oh shit, he heard me. He totally heard me. I’m such a loser! Curse my perverted thoughts!

Endeavoring for redemption, you awkwardly brushed off what you said, “Ah haha… as I was saying, I bet yo-”

“Heh, didn't know you were daddying for me” Sans cut you off, a glint of glee illuminated in his white pinprick pupils.

Your hands shot up, burying your head in them.

Dear karma,
I hate you. Please go die in a corner. And take me with you.

Your face scrunched at both the bad pun and the fact that Sans just kink shamed you. While you were wrapped on stuffing yourself into the couch, praying that it would swallow your body whole so you can forever disappear, Sans decided to lean in and lazily rest a bony arm on the cushions behind you.

“ tibia honest, I wouldn't mind if you called me daddy. It certainly would be a bone rattling experience”

And like that, he was on the other side of the couch, switching on the television and flipping through channels nonchalantly. You stared at him, mouth agape and feeling utterly speechless.

“What?!” You were about to stutter a string of incoherent phrases when Papyrus slammed open the front door.

“SANS! WHY AREN'T YOU WORKING?! “ Papyrus whined.

“I'm on break” Sans responded with a slur, paying most of his attention on the screen in front of him.

“BUT YOU WERE JUST ON BREAK A HALF HOUR AGO!” a hint of frustration could be heard in Papyrus’s voice as he continued to look at Sans disapprovingly.

“Well I guess you can just say-”

“NO! “

“- I was worked to the bone ”

“WHY MUST YOU PLAGUE MY LIFE WITH SUCH HORRIBLE PUNS!“

“Admit it. You love it” Sans replied cheekily.

“AND I HATE THAT I DO” Papyrus sighed in defeat.

You would've laughed at the bantering these two were having, if you weren't still stunned at the events that took place beforehand.

The expressful skeleton turned to you, his previously frowning face turned upward with a friendly smile, “HELLO HUMAN. WHY ARE YOU GAWKING LIKE THAT? DOES MY GREATNESS STILL AMAZE YOU? IT’S QUITE UNDERSTANDABLE!” Sans sent a teasing glance and you blushed heavily.

“ANYWHO. I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, WAS SENT TO PASS THE MESSAGE THAT YOU ARE REQUIRED OF SERVICE BY ALPHYS” Papyrus patiently waited for you to respond.

“Oh, right” you murmured. Alphys had made plans with you for this evening to go to the junkyard and scrap up some trash (a. k. a anime, manga, all that good stuff). You wouldn't dare to miss out on such a feat, as you found yourself to be oddly addicted to watching crappy anime and gushing over fictional characters with Alphys.

Realizing that this was an opportunity to get away from Sans and any further humiliation, you jumped and grabbed your coat. Rapidly stating your farewell and that you'll probably be late home.

Ushering yourself out of the door as fast as you could, you couldn't help but cast a quick glance at Sans. Your eyes met and he gave you a wink, stifling a laugh when your face bloomed with redness.

“WOWIE, I NEVER KNEW A HUMAN COULD MOVE SO QUICKLY!’ Papyrus commented as you fled sonic speed towards Alphys’s lab.

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After a long evening discussing about anime and junk hunting, you were slowly dragging your feet back home, torn between dread and shame. You begged Alphys to let you stay over for the night, but she politely rejected you, explaining that she had plans to sleep over at Undyne's. Goddammit.

“Maybe I can just stay at the Inn” you suggested quietly “maybe I can even live at the inn. Never have to see Sans and his shit eating grin ever again. Yeah… that sounds like a great idea!” you sighed, it would be useless. Of course you would still see Sans. And plus, you were broke. In addition, Papyrus would be greatly upset if you just up and left.

And it wouldn't solve the problem. You've been kink shamed. It was bound to happen. Might as well take it like a man and let my pride be bruised , your brain reasoned.

And here you were. Standing in front of the cozy home. You chuckled, noticing the one filled mailbox and the empty one. Honestly, you were shocked when the skeleton brothers let you join their household. After the whole Asgore thing, you decided to stay underground. Life above ground was dull and society was beginning to get down on your last nerves. So you opted to go to Mt. Ebott and disappear. You didn't really expect to find yourself in a long, thrilling adventure in a place filled with monsters, but you're grateful to have the experience.

“Okay, I'm ready to be shamed” you stated confidently. Marching up towards the front door, you immediately lost the courage. You jumped back with a whimper and groaned to yourself, “I'm so stupid! I can't do it! My dignity!! It's been tarnished” you truly wanted to just go crawl in a dark hole and wail in misery. You turned, fully intent on doing just that, but you missed the chance.

The front door whipped open and Papyrus was standing there with a pink apron flimsy hanging off his neck and over his usual attire.

“HUMAN! I SAW YOU WERE STANDING HERE! COME INSIDE ALREADY. I MADE SPAGHETTI” He placed a hand on your back and pulled you into the comforting warmth of the home. You were tempted to claw at the doorframe and screech with reluctance, but you decided better not to scar Papyrus with nightmares.

During dinner, you noted Sans absence. You gave Papyrus a questioning look and he replied that Sans already ate and was upstairs. Sighing in relief, you nodded and hesitantly took a bite of Papyrus’s spaghetti, shuddering with distaste. For a moment, you were deceived by the appearance. It looked fresh and appetizing, but one bite of it gave a completely contradicting thought. You swore it tasted like liquid soap mixed with… wait, is that a stem? If you were in a comic, your face would be green. Although you wanted to hurl into the bathroom and heave out the sinful food, you couldn't bring yourself to hurt Papyrus's feelings. Damn him for being such a bundle of sweetness and joy.

“mmm I think I'm done. I'm a little tired from my date with Alphys. Could you just save the rest for later?” you excused and made way towards the stairs.

I can already feel the unsettling heat in my intestines , you gently rubbed your tummy, trying to soothe the ache. However, you disregarded it, as you were silently content. No Sans, thank goodness! Now I won’t have to suffer from his taunting. You open your bedroom door, ready to bury yourself in a deep sleep and forget that this day ever happened.

But fate had other plans.

Walking in, your eyes widened like a deer caught in headlights. There was Sans, sitting at your computer desk, reading something with a large smirk on his face.

Please no. Oh no. Do not tell me… you prayed so hard, even clasping your hands together. Eyes peered over his shoulder and-FUCKING NO!!

You fibbed so hard. The distant laughter and humiliation brought from Sans could be heard from a distance in your head. Instead of exiting out of the window, you misclicked the hide window button. You’ve been caught. Sans was reading the daddy kink fanfic, and you’ll be damned if he’s not laughing. With arms up, you turned on your heel and made a beeline for the door. However, your escape was cut short as an unseen force slammed the door shut, locking it.

Nervously laughing, you slowly turned to find Sans still in your chair with his face pointed toward the computer screen.

“You're boned kid” he stated the obvious.

You wanted to snarkily respond, “no shit, Sherlock” but held your tongue.

“I always knew that you wanted to jump my bones, it wasn't really hard to figure out” Ouch, you thought you were subtle about it. He continued, “shy glances. laughing a little too hard at my puns. Blushing at the smallest touches. Evening searching up skeletal structures.”

“How did you know that?!” you flushed in embarrassment.

“Kid, there's something called clearing up your search history, or going incognito” Sans explained, his smile widening when you hissed a few curses.

“I knew you wanted to go to the bone zone” he wiggled his skeletal brows suggestively, if that's even possible, “but I didn't know you were into daddy kink”

And that did it, you dived into your bed and hid your face. You couldn't handle the amount of humiliation, “I hate you!!” you muffled into your pillow, ignoring the loud creak and the soft hum of the computer shutting down.

“Oh don’t say that, kid”

You felt a bony hand on your shoulder, tugging you to turn. Surprisingly, it felt warm. And from what you could tell through the fabric of your clothing, it also felt smooth. He tried cooing you from hiding and it was quite tempting, but you couldn’t bring yourself to turn. Now that the truth was out in the open, and revealed in the worst possible way ever.

You grunted in refusal, not wanting to face Sans anymore after such an encounter. Finally, the pulling stopped, and for a brief moment you thought he left. You were obviously wrong. A yelp left your lips as the same force flipped you onto your back.

The sight of Sans with a hand held up and his left eye socket glowing a brilliant blue sent pleasuring shivers down your spine.

The skeleton placed himself in between your legs, grabbing one of your knees and putting his other hand near your head all the while pressing his pelvis, with a slight grind, against your own. A soft moan was heard and Sans grinned wickedly.

Shakily gripping onto his blue hoodie, which was hanging off his shoulders, you stared with heated cheeks.

Sans lifted his hand to your cheek, stroking it in a comforting manner. “Don’t feel embarrassed, I like you too, you know that right?” he bent forward, nuzzling your neck before whispering in your ear, “Now tell me, who's your daddy?”