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Guys~ I wrote a thing This is just a fluffy oneshot and has plenty of cutie moments with Sansy so I hope you enjoy! Once again, if you want a reader x Undertale fic (preferably Sans) you can request it for free Thanks for the support and please tell me what you think <3

You sit, staring at your ceiling with a blank mind, soft lips parted slightly as your music blared loudly in your ears, silencing the rest of the world around you.

It’s quiet… there was no one around as far as you knew and there was nothing to do.
Pap was out with Undayne and Alphys and Sans was… working? Toriel, Asgore, Blooky and Mettaton were on the surface exploring with Frisk and you were here. In your specially made bedroom in the Skelebros house.
(Specially made bedroom being their lounge room with your stuff scattered around the place)

Ever since humans and monsters lived in (mostly) harmony again thanks to Frisk, you found yourself down in the Underground for 90% of your time after one fateful night which was cold and silent.
One lonely night after work you had been walking home, exhausted and tired from the long shift and you had bumped into Sans as he had been making his way down the street, not seeming to be going anywhere in particular.
You were fascinated by the small skeleton in his far too large blue hoodie and black shorts as the street lights shone off his bare white skull in a hypnotic rhythm. After a while of watching him walk, only a few steps in front of you, you actually built up the confidence to talk to him as he was the first monster that you had seen of the surface that wasn’t overly intimidating.

He was nice to you and you had talked non-stop after the first words of greeting and, seemingly to his surprise, actually laughed at a pun or two that he had been thrown into the conversation. Eventually he offered to walk you home as you both wandered across your local park, the pale moon casting a milky glow over the landscape and it became a regular thing, every night he would meet you after your shift with a smile and usually a pun of some sorts to greet you.
Eventually, after a couple of months of doing this, he asked you to come down to the Underground with him as you had been asking question after question about what it was like, almost each night it coming up in the conversation one way or another and… you agreed to go, much to your own surprise and now you just didn’t want to leave.

Everyone was so nice to you and you found yourself smiling more then you ever had before and Sans…

Sans was so kind and sweet, sometimes very sarcastic you had to admit but he was funny and made you laugh and… as much as you had tried to make it stop, tried to make your heart stop beating so damn much every time he smiled at you (Though that was always and at everyone because of the structure of his face) you couldn’t deny that you really liked him-

“KID!” Someone boomed from outside your haze and you yelped in shock, jumping as your mind was snapped back to reality and you ripped your headphones from your ears, looking around to the voice.
Speak of the skeleton.

Sans was standing at the door, shutting it behind him with a cheeky grin spread over his face, removing his snow flecked hood from over his face. “Sorry, I didn’t want to yell but that’s the third time I’ve said it. How loud is your music?” He laughs as he comes to sit on your feet which are at the end of the couch.

You pull them towards you, looking around in surprise and ignoring his question.

“Is… is it night…?” you ask in alarm, time non-existent in your own head and he nods, taking the remote from the couch arm and flicking the TV on. You rub your eyes and yawn. “Um… ok… so apparently I have been sitting here all day just staring at the ceiling…” You mutter, rubbing your neck which was stiff as a result.

Sans chuckles, channel surfing with lazy eyes, jaw covered by the fluff of his ever present blue hoodie. “Don’t sweat it, just between you and me, I’ve been doing the same but outside so that makes it snow much cooler.” You roll your eyes and smile at his stupid snow puns and watch him for a moment.

He looked so… cosy… and his hoodie looked so comfy…

You scoot a little closer to him and watch for a reaction but he doesn’t give one, he simply watches the TV with half lidded eyes and you move closer again.

You keep this going until you are right at his side and, very slowly and gingerly, you place your head on his shoulder, sighing as the fluff of his jacket caressed you cheeks.

You feel him stiffen a little under your touch and his movements as he turns to look at you.

“Hey… what cha doin kid? You feeling ok?” He asks in a tone that sounds like a mix of embarrassment and slight concern and you nod your head in response with a little hum of contentment.

“I’m ok… just… missed you I guess. I’ve been bored…” You mumble and you go quiet, waiting for his response to this excuse of just wanting to be closer to him.

There’s a small amount of silence but it’s not heavy nor awkward, it’s just quiet and, as the silence drags on, a bony hand slowly wraps around you, fingers curling around your waist stiffly. You feel your face heat up in embarrassment and you hide it in his neck, hoping he wouldn’t notice.

“What... what are you doing?” you ask softly, voice muffled ever so slightly from the fabric that surrounded your face and he makes a noise like he’s clearing his throat even though there’s nothing to clear anything from.

“I… missed you too…” He mumbles and your heart jumps to your throat, eyes slowly curling up to him. He was looking away from you, a little tinge of blue spreading over his cheek bones and at this moment, he looked very… genuine and you found yourself loving it.

A shaky and shy hands snuck under his jumper and rested at the top of his hip bone softly, making him jump, hand stiffening around your waist but it was perfect opportunity for you. You couldn’t do this anymore…

“Do you trust me…?” You ask him softly, hands gently touching his lower ribs, fingers dancing between the gaps and over the almost rough texture of the caged surfaces his mouth drops open, shivering at your soft touch.

“Y-yeah…” He whispers, head rocking back to rest on the top of the couch, eyes shutting softly.

“Want to play a game then…?” You ask softly, knowing this would be the only way you would move on your feelings, it had been going on for too long.

One lazy eye opens at this, the outer line of his white pinpricks highlighted in blue, watching you curiously. You take in a breath and crack a smile, moving away from his warm neck. “It’s called red light. I touch… over your body and if you say red light in a place you feel uncomfortable with, I have to choose where to break the law or not. If you say red light however, you lose.” He watches you for a moment, the light dancing in his eyes before a very large smirk stretches over his features, and he pulls you a little closer to him.
“Alright kid, you’re on. But I get to do the same to you after.” He says with a voice full of smug teasing which sent goosebumps bursting out over your skin and a shiver of excitement crawling over your spine. You grin and look over his body, contemplating where to start.
You decide to start appropriately and bop him on the top of his skull.
A low chuckle comes from him as he watches you. You turn yourself around so you’re kneeling next to him and are face to face, thigh and calf which is bent under you sliding against his thigh bone and you attempt to ignore the closeness and the heat slowly intensifying over your face.
You slide your hand from the smoothness of his skull slowly down the side of his face, feeling the bumps and ridges that make up his face shape against your skin and you glance at his eyes. He is watching you with half lidded eyes with a happy, lazy grin over his face, the littlest tinge of blue dusting his cheek bones and you look away quickly with a colour change of your own.

You continue your touch down his jawline, finger tips dancing over the warm bone and he shivers, eyes closing a little more for a moment.
You continue further, enjoying his expressions changes and the occasional contractions of his figure as you danced over soft spots.

“I never knew you had small nicks and marks on your body…” You mumble gently, fingers trailing slowly down his vertebra where his neck would be and the laugh that is his response his breathy and quiet.

“I’ve lived a long life kiddo. Each one of those marks shows that…” His voice almost sounds a little sad but his head tips back and a very quiet moan is pulled from his slightly parted mouth and his eyes shut as your fingers continue down his collarbones and to the top of his ribs. He shivers, eyes shutting and you could see him physically relaxing, the tension leaving his bones.
This game was better for him then you thought.

You continue down his ribs, his body contracting and breaking out into shivers as you applied pressure to certain points and you smile contently, watching his bony fingers grip at the couch and strangled noises escape him without his permission, white pinpricks of his eyes almost rolling back into his skull.
You smile brightly, watching him with loving eyes and your hands slowly disappear up his shirt and his eyes fly open, sucking in a gasp with his mouth hung open in shock. You giggle softly, fingers tapping over each individual rib, nails scraping softly and he arches his chest towards you, spine arching. “S-Shit kiddo!” He almost yells, a hand moving to your thigh and giving you a tight but not painful squeeze, the bony digits digging into your soft flesh. You watch him with flushed cheeks and almost… dare you say it… arousal…
He just looked so hot and bothered…

“R-Remember… you can say red light…” You breath like you were the one being touched, only now remembering that you were still playing the game and he sucked in another breath, shaking his head and looking to you and you gasp in surprise.

His right pupil had frizzled out and the whole socket was just a dark nothingness but his left eye however had lit up in the most brilliant of blues, the light was dancing from his socket almost like a flame and you watch in awe.

He slowly leans towards you, his hand moving from your thigh up to your cheek, the soft, tender touch sending chills crawling over your back and your eyes widen, not being able to do anything but stare. He watches you for a moment, his fingers touching the smoothness of your skin and he looks over you intensely, you let out a small peep and he smiles.

“You… feel so alive… I can feel your life buzzing through my fingers…” He almost whisperers in pure fascination, edging just a little closer to you and your mouth parts in surprise as you watch him, completely still and silent apart from your crashing heart that you’re sure he could probably hear and your quick, uneven breaths. “You really take my breath away, bud…” He winks at you and you smile softly.
“You… You don’t need to breathe…” Wow dumbass… That was the best you could think of…? You mentally curse yourself, visibly wincing and Sans chuckles.
“Do you come from the Hotlands?” He asks in a low voice that sent your skin crawling and you look at him, confused. “Because you’re melting my soul…” He finishes and before you could even roll your eyes with a heavy blush, he presses his face forward, his teeth bumping into your lips and you stiffen, fingers curling and your eyes wide.
His eyes were screwed shut, face painted dark blue that could shame the prettiest nights but eventually, you relaxed into the attempt of a kiss and sigh, heart wild and mind screaming in nerves and fright but that all seemed to melt away.

Sans was surprisingly gentle as he touches your skin, exploring your smoothness that is so alien to him and he finally breaks the kiss, you whimpering in disappointment.
He smirks to you with blue cheeks and chuckles. “Hey kid, knock knock.” You look at him in disbelief, still coming from your dizziness from the kiss that you had been waiting for for so long, you didn’t really want the moment spoilt from a bad joke.

“Really…?” You ask, giving him a tired look and he cocks his head to the side.
“Aw come on, play along.” He grins with such a childlike look that you sigh in defeat after a moment of watching his face.
“Fine. Who’s there?”
“Olive.”
You pause, this joke sounding familiar. “Olive… Who…?” You ask carefully and Sans snakes an arm around you, pulling you up onto his lap so your legs are straddling his and you blush the deepest of reds.
“Olive you… (Y/N)… I have for a while…” He mumbles, his face buying into your neck to hide his embarrassment and you blush wildly, mouth parting and a small squeak escaping. You throw your arms around him when your mind latches on to what he was saying to you and laugh, eyes a little glassy in pure joy.

“Olive you too, you Bonehead!” You almost squeal and he chuckles, a brief pause as he lets the joy sink into his bones, holding you close and sighing softly.
“I finally… Finally caught a human… Papy would be so proud…” He chuckles and you roll your eyes, a genuine smile spread over your face as you nuzzle your new bonefriend.

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Guys~ I wrote a thing This is just a fluffy oneshot and has plenty of cutie moments with Sansy so I hope you enjoy! Once again, if you want a reader x Undertale fic (preferably Sans) you can request it for free Thanks for the support and please tell me what you think <3

You sit, staring at your ceiling with a blank mind, soft lips parted slightly as your music blared loudly in your ears, silencing the rest of the world around you.

It’s quiet… there was no one around as far as you knew and there was nothing to do.
Pap was out with Undayne and Alphys and Sans was… working? Toriel, Asgore, Blooky and Mettaton were on the surface exploring with Frisk and you were here. In your specially made bedroom in the Skelebros house.
(Specially made bedroom being their lounge room with your stuff scattered around the place)

Ever since humans and monsters lived in (mostly) harmony again thanks to Frisk, you found yourself down in the Underground for 90% of your time after one fateful night which was cold and silent.
One lonely night after work you had been walking home, exhausted and tired from the long shift and you had bumped into Sans as he had been making his way down the street, not seeming to be going anywhere in particular.
You were fascinated by the small skeleton in his far too large blue hoodie and black shorts as the street lights shone off his bare white skull in a hypnotic rhythm. After a while of watching him walk, only a few steps in front of you, you actually built up the confidence to talk to him as he was the first monster that you had seen of the surface that wasn’t overly intimidating.

He was nice to you and you had talked non-stop after the first words of greeting and, seemingly to his surprise, actually laughed at a pun or two that he had been thrown into the conversation. Eventually he offered to walk you home as you both wandered across your local park, the pale moon casting a milky glow over the landscape and it became a regular thing, every night he would meet you after your shift with a smile and usually a pun of some sorts to greet you.
Eventually, after a couple of months of doing this, he asked you to come down to the Underground with him as you had been asking question after question about what it was like, almost each night it coming up in the conversation one way or another and… you agreed to go, much to your own surprise and now you just didn’t want to leave.

Everyone was so nice to you and you found yourself smiling more then you ever had before and Sans…

Sans was so kind and sweet, sometimes very sarcastic you had to admit but he was funny and made you laugh and… as much as you had tried to make it stop, tried to make your heart stop beating so damn much every time he smiled at you (Though that was always and at everyone because of the structure of his face) you couldn’t deny that you really liked him-

“KID!” Someone boomed from outside your haze and you yelped in shock, jumping as your mind was snapped back to reality and you ripped your headphones from your ears, looking around to the voice.
Speak of the skeleton.

Sans was standing at the door, shutting it behind him with a cheeky grin spread over his face, removing his snow flecked hood from over his face. “Sorry, I didn’t want to yell but that’s the third time I’ve said it. How loud is your music?” He laughs as he comes to sit on your feet which are at the end of the couch.

You pull them towards you, looking around in surprise and ignoring his question.

“Is… is it night…?” you ask in alarm, time non-existent in your own head and he nods, taking the remote from the couch arm and flicking the TV on. You rub your eyes and yawn. “Um… ok… so apparently I have been sitting here all day just staring at the ceiling…” You mutter, rubbing your neck which was stiff as a result.

Sans chuckles, channel surfing with lazy eyes, jaw covered by the fluff of his ever present blue hoodie. “Don’t sweat it, just between you and me, I’ve been doing the same but outside so that makes it snow much cooler.” You roll your eyes and smile at his stupid snow puns and watch him for a moment.

He looked so… cosy… and his hoodie looked so comfy…

You scoot a little closer to him and watch for a reaction but he doesn’t give one, he simply watches the TV with half lidded eyes and you move closer again.

You keep this going until you are right at his side and, very slowly and gingerly, you place your head on his shoulder, sighing as the fluff of his jacket caressed you cheeks.

You feel him stiffen a little under your touch and his movements as he turns to look at you.

“Hey… what cha doin kid? You feeling ok?” He asks in a tone that sounds like a mix of embarrassment and slight concern and you nod your head in response with a little hum of contentment.

“I’m ok… just… missed you I guess. I’ve been bored…” You mumble and you go quiet, waiting for his response to this excuse of just wanting to be closer to him.

There’s a small amount of silence but it’s not heavy nor awkward, it’s just quiet and, as the silence drags on, a bony hand slowly wraps around you, fingers curling around your waist stiffly. You feel your face heat up in embarrassment and you hide it in his neck, hoping he wouldn’t notice.

“What... what are you doing?” you ask softly, voice muffled ever so slightly from the fabric that surrounded your face and he makes a noise like he’s clearing his throat even though there’s nothing to clear anything from.

“I… missed you too…” He mumbles and your heart jumps to your throat, eyes slowly curling up to him. He was looking away from you, a little tinge of blue spreading over his cheek bones and at this moment, he looked very… genuine and you found yourself loving it.

A shaky and shy hands snuck under his jumper and rested at the top of his hip bone softly, making him jump, hand stiffening around your waist but it was perfect opportunity for you. You couldn’t do this anymore…

“Do you trust me…?” You ask him softly, hands gently touching his lower ribs, fingers dancing between the gaps and over the almost rough texture of the caged surfaces his mouth drops open, shivering at your soft touch.

“Y-yeah…” He whispers, head rocking back to rest on the top of the couch, eyes shutting softly.

“Want to play a game then…?” You ask softly, knowing this would be the only way you would move on your feelings, it had been going on for too long.

One lazy eye opens at this, the outer line of his white pinpricks highlighted in blue, watching you curiously. You take in a breath and crack a smile, moving away from his warm neck. “It’s called red light. I touch… over your body and if you say red light in a place you feel uncomfortable with, I have to choose where to break the law or not. If you say red light however, you lose.” He watches you for a moment, the light dancing in his eyes before a very large smirk stretches over his features, and he pulls you a little closer to him.
“Alright kid, you’re on. But I get to do the same to you after.” He says with a voice full of smug teasing which sent goosebumps bursting out over your skin and a shiver of excitement crawling over your spine. You grin and look over his body, contemplating where to start.
You decide to start appropriately and bop him on the top of his skull.
A low chuckle comes from him as he watches you. You turn yourself around so you’re kneeling next to him and are face to face, thigh and calf which is bent under you sliding against his thigh bone and you attempt to ignore the closeness and the heat slowly intensifying over your face.
You slide your hand from the smoothness of his skull slowly down the side of his face, feeling the bumps and ridges that make up his face shape against your skin and you glance at his eyes. He is watching you with half lidded eyes with a happy, lazy grin over his face, the littlest tinge of blue dusting his cheek bones and you look away quickly with a colour change of your own.

You continue your touch down his jawline, finger tips dancing over the warm bone and he shivers, eyes closing a little more for a moment.
You continue further, enjoying his expressions changes and the occasional contractions of his figure as you danced over soft spots.

“I never knew you had small nicks and marks on your body…” You mumble gently, fingers trailing slowly down his vertebra where his neck would be and the laugh that is his response his breathy and quiet.

“I’ve lived a long life kiddo. Each one of those marks shows that…” His voice almost sounds a little sad but his head tips back and a very quiet moan is pulled from his slightly parted mouth and his eyes shut as your fingers continue down his collarbones and to the top of his ribs. He shivers, eyes shutting and you could see him physically relaxing, the tension leaving his bones.
This game was better for him then you thought.

You continue down his ribs, his body contracting and breaking out into shivers as you applied pressure to certain points and you smile contently, watching his bony fingers grip at the couch and strangled noises escape him without his permission, white pinpricks of his eyes almost rolling back into his skull.
You smile brightly, watching him with loving eyes and your hands slowly disappear up his shirt and his eyes fly open, sucking in a gasp with his mouth hung open in shock. You giggle softly, fingers tapping over each individual rib, nails scraping softly and he arches his chest towards you, spine arching. “S-Shit kiddo!” He almost yells, a hand moving to your thigh and giving you a tight but not painful squeeze, the bony digits digging into your soft flesh. You watch him with flushed cheeks and almost… dare you say it… arousal…
He just looked so hot and bothered…

“R-Remember… you can say red light…” You breath like you were the one being touched, only now remembering that you were still playing the game and he sucked in another breath, shaking his head and looking to you and you gasp in surprise.

His right pupil had frizzled out and the whole socket was just a dark nothingness but his left eye however had lit up in the most brilliant of blues, the light was dancing from his socket almost like a flame and you watch in awe.

He slowly leans towards you, his hand moving from your thigh up to your cheek, the soft, tender touch sending chills crawling over your back and your eyes widen, not being able to do anything but stare. He watches you for a moment, his fingers touching the smoothness of your skin and he looks over you intensely, you let out a small peep and he smiles.

“You… feel so alive… I can feel your life buzzing through my fingers…” He almost whisperers in pure fascination, edging just a little closer to you and your mouth parts in surprise as you watch him, completely still and silent apart from your crashing heart that you’re sure he could probably hear and your quick, uneven breaths. “You really take my breath away, bud…” He winks at you and you smile softly.
“You… You don’t need to breathe…” Wow dumbass… That was the best you could think of…? You mentally curse yourself, visibly wincing and Sans chuckles.
“Do you come from the Hotlands?” He asks in a low voice that sent your skin crawling and you look at him, confused. “Because you’re melting my soul…” He finishes and before you could even roll your eyes with a heavy blush, he presses his face forward, his teeth bumping into your lips and you stiffen, fingers curling and your eyes wide.
His eyes were screwed shut, face painted dark blue that could shame the prettiest nights but eventually, you relaxed into the attempt of a kiss and sigh, heart wild and mind screaming in nerves and fright but that all seemed to melt away.

Sans was surprisingly gentle as he touches your skin, exploring your smoothness that is so alien to him and he finally breaks the kiss, you whimpering in disappointment.
He smirks to you with blue cheeks and chuckles. “Hey kid, knock knock.” You look at him in disbelief, still coming from your dizziness from the kiss that you had been waiting for for so long, you didn’t really want the moment spoilt from a bad joke.

“Really…?” You ask, giving him a tired look and he cocks his head to the side.
“Aw come on, play along.” He grins with such a childlike look that you sigh in defeat after a moment of watching his face.
“Fine. Who’s there?”
“Olive.”
You pause, this joke sounding familiar. “Olive… Who…?” You ask carefully and Sans snakes an arm around you, pulling you up onto his lap so your legs are straddling his and you blush the deepest of reds.
“Olive you… (Y/N)… I have for a while…” He mumbles, his face buying into your neck to hide his embarrassment and you blush wildly, mouth parting and a small squeak escaping. You throw your arms around him when your mind latches on to what he was saying to you and laugh, eyes a little glassy in pure joy.

“Olive you too, you Bonehead!” You almost squeal and he chuckles, a brief pause as he lets the joy sink into his bones, holding you close and sighing softly.
“I finally… Finally caught a human… Papy would be so proud…” He chuckles and you roll your eyes, a genuine smile spread over your face as you nuzzle your new bonefriend.