#swapfell papyrus x reader

[skeleboiii84]

Heya! I was just wondering if you ever had the time, could you do a (separate) nightmare, Mutt and dust x their s/o who loves to just randomly rubbed or squeeze their hip bones?

Ofc I can darling I apologize for the hold up! 🙇‍♀️

Enjoy~

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If you randomly rubbed up on their hips🔞👀

Nightmare:

Oh oh nah, you betta run

He's not gonna let you get away with such a seductive tug on his hips (which is one his most sensitive spots)

He might jump, watch as his face turns a bright blue as he whips his head around towards you

He's pinning you down over the counter/sofa/table/bed whatever's accessible and you better prepare your body for the fuckin of its life-

Mutt:

He'll definitely lean back into your touch, as like nightmare it's one of his sensitive spots

Man literally has no shame either like you'll be rubbing up and down his hips as he's leaning back and will deadass whine if you stop

Mf will probably whisper dirty shit in your ear like "what?, ya like seein me all bitchy for ya huh?" Smirk and bite your ear

You better pray for your legs cause you just signed up for hours of pound town

Dust:

Dust is a little bit different in the sense he wouldn't be the type to fuck you senseless for it, nah he got other kinks

He'd just stand there and let you grip and pull at his hips and cuddle him from behind

However, he WILL fuck you senseless if you rub his hips and grind on him from behind (oh honey take your chances if you dare because Jesus this mf will leave permanent bruises on your hips)

But most of the time he sees it as a little quirky way you show your affection, he thinks it's adorable when he's doing something and you come up behind him rub his hips and nuzzle into his neck

#undertalefics #ut au #husbones #headcanon #undertale #smut #smutty headcanons #dreamtale #nightmare #nightmare sans x reader #nightmare sans #Swapfell #swapfell papyrus #Mutt #mutt x reader #swapfell papyrus x reader #dusttale #dust sans #dust sans x reader #dust

[mozzarellamuppet]

This is how swapfell fics go in my mind

#swapfell #skelsodraws #swapfell sans #swapfell papyrus #self insert #undertale #swapfell papyrus x reader #swapfell sans x reader #stg it's always papyrus falling first and sans joins in later

[lavvys-headcanons]

So I was wondering what you would think of the Skelebois with a Male S/O (or gn if you want) who's just generally really energetic and kind random. Think like a golden retriever bf but like, on crack (def mixes coffee and redbull just for shits and giggles). They can chill out for a bit from time to time but most of the time it's more of a “yes I turned an old couch into a very impractical motorboat. What of it?” Kinda vibe. (Undertale, Swapfell indigo, maybe horrortale and dealers choice for whoever)

-chocolate fo you 🍫🍫🍫🍫

AU Bros With A Chaotic S/O

Undertale-

Sans: He's so chill with it honestly. Like, he'd take your little gremlin concoction of multiple energy drinks and chug them with you and you both can die together in bed with an insane migraine. Don't get me wrong tho, he still won't get off his ass, so maybe just carry him if you wanna take him on adventures. Like he'd love to go on a date to the Hotlands and mess with Undyne with you, maybe just backpack him tho.

Papyrus: He's gonna try and parent you, snatching away your stuffs he thinks is, "dangerous", (Which is, but we won't admit it.) Look on the bright side, he can actually match your energy! Minus the chaotic-ness, you guys are a perfect pair of being golden retriever partners!

Swapfell-

Nox: The brat isn't gonna wanna run around, so he'd definitely get you one of those backpack leashes and make you wear it when you two go out. (It comes back to hit him when you just drag him along.) He probably won't indulge in the energy drinks, but he will in coffee tbh. If you time it right with his coffee, he'll be hyped enough to go around the house and mess with the other skele-boys.

Rus: On occasion, he'll jump up like a cat when you surprise him, but he'll never admit it. Lets you get your energy out of your system before he decides, "That's enough, cmere you devil", and yoinks you from your lil schemes. He'd hide you in his pocket if he could, but he'd probably squish you if we're being honest.

Horrortale-

Ash: Nervous at first when he met you, but warmed up quick when you guys got closer and got together. He's a bit too nervous to go on energy high induced adventures with you, so maybe just settle for a hike or walking around together for now?

Poplar: He wants to make you happy, but he needs you safe. His favorite methods of doing this, is either holding your hand when going out, or, alternatively, yanking you back with the hems of your clothes (lovingly). He indulges in silliness, and once you somehow convinced him to boil his pasta in energy drinks. Didn't taste good, but he ate it to make you happy.

This was a fun one to break my hiatus with tbh! I stuck with it gn, hope you don't mind, and have a lovely day!

#sans x reader #papyrus x reader #undertale x reader #swapfell sans x reader #swapfell papyrus x reader #horrortale papyrus x reader #horrortale sans x reader

[timeofjuly]

Wishbone Chapter 3

Growing Pains

Everyone who says being a soulmate is easy is a fucking liar. 

It’s all instinct, they say. You’ll know exactly what to do. Papyrus' bony fucking ass. Nothing about this shit is coming naturally to him. Granted, not a lot does come naturally to him, so maybe that’s more representative of his overall inadequacy as a monster, but the fact remains that being your soulmate is the second hardest thing he’s ever had to do. 

(And it’s only second to the tug of duty forcing him to stand before a pink-cheeked human child, their striped shirt coated in his brother’s dust, sunlight streaming through the cracked windows of the Judgement Hall like golden fractals of lightning.)

It’s not like there’s a guidebook or manual for this shit, either. His old dating rulebook doesn’t have any helpful pointers on navigating a bond with a) a human, b) a mage, and c) someone who wants absolutely nothing to do with him. 

Read it on AO3

#swapfell #swapfell papyrus x reader #swapfell sans x reader #swapfell papyrus #swapfell sans #Wishbone #Chapter 3: Growing Pains

[timbertumbr]

Okay hear me out here, for US, UF and SF, They have just been sucked through the matchine with and in the UT universe and are figuring things out and maybe a few months of that but what UT Sans and Papyrus forget to mention is that Pap is married to our dear sweet Y/N so they decide to pop by and vist and one of the Sans's (US, UF SF) open up and they hug them and are like "Heya bro! how are things? wheres pap ect ect" and they seen pap and obvs jump them cause they haven't seen their husband in a while. Chaos insues XD

WE'RE WHAT?! (Various Papiri X Reader)

Oh boy, this is going to be FUN! I'll write the reactions of the Sanses but know that it is 100% Papyrus X you.

UnderSwap-

-When Blue opened the door, he did NOT expect you to be there. In his universe, you were friends but often had to go to you.

-"Heya bro, how are you?" Bro? Are you really good friends? He hesitantly responded as you let yourself in, looking for your husband. When you spot the lanky skeleton, you speed walk and hug him tightly.

-Stretch was NOT expecting this, he did have a crush on you but you were acting like you were married, Blue was just as baffled as you talk about your day.

-And then YOUR Papyrus appeared out of the kitchen and you were confused.

-After some explanation, they learned that you were married and Stretch was a little flustered, apologizing and everything.

-You reassured the skeleton that it was okay, after all, multiversal accidents don't happen very often.

-Lets just say Blue is planning on getting Stretch and UnderSwap you together.

UnderFell-

-Now with these two, UnderFell you are already dating Edge, if you weren't he'd kick your ass off the moment you touched him. (More like push you away because he's still a softy and doesn't wanna hurt you.)

-So when Red opens the door, you greet him like you did with UnderSwap and he's okay with it, you two are practically siblings in your time from how much you hang out.

-And when you see Edge, you hug him from behind and call him your nickname for Papyrus and he. Goes. REEEEEED.

-He is so stunned he starts stuttering and Red is just watching in amusement but also curiosity. Then Papyrus walks in and things get a little awkward.

-After explaining, Edge takes it like he didn't just melt under your hug and Red is just amused. He may or may not be thinking of wedding plans now.

SwapFell-

-Rus crushed on you in his universe HARD and Mal just wants him to confess already.

-So when you open the door and greet him, he immediately knows what's going on and let's you in.

-When you see Rus, you hug him, greet him with a nickname and tell him how much you missed him.

-Rus is a MESS. Anxious on telling you that he isn't who you think he is and worried that you'd be mad at him.

-Papyrus appears, a knight in shining armor in Rus's eyes.

-After an explanation and numerous apologies from Rus, you were pretty chill about it and Mal had casually walked up to Rus.

-"So, ready to confess yet?" Rus gave him a glare but it did give him some ideas for how to confess.

UnderTale-

-After all the multiversal craziness, Papyrus treated you to your favorite meal, some movies and shows you enjoyed and some cuddling as a way to apologize for not telling you sooner.

-You think it's sweet and even call it a date which makes Papyrus REALLY happy.

-All in all, this is something you'll laugh about in the future, for now, you're happy to be by your husband's side.

#x reader #requested #sans #papyrus #underswap #undertale papyrus #undertale sans #undertale #underfell papyrus x reader #underswap papyrus x reader #swapfell papyrus x reader #swapfell #swaptale papyrus #underfell x reader #underfell #swapfell x reader #underfell papyrus #underswap papyrus #underswap x reader

[fleeting-tem]

I heard about scary dog privilege and the first thing I thought of is swapfell!papyrus ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

#undertale #swapfell #swapfell papyrus x reader #swapfell papyrus #swapfell indigo #i guess since i use indigo for the bros from that au #my art

[absent-enigma]

Short lil Swapfell papyrus x reader (and/or just MC). Because I need to do something while I’m trying to stay off ao3 until it’s okay.

-x-

“On a scale of one to ten, how bad will this be for you if your brother finds us like this?” A bare whisper, as you and Papyrus huddled close to one another in a small coat closet at a party, avoiding said skeleton’s older brother. Sans had already passed by a few times, audibly gnashing his sharp teeth.

“he already knows where we are.” Papyrus snuggled in closer to you, resting his jaw on your shoulder with a low chuckle. “just working up the nerve to open the door.”

“You didn’t answer the question.”

“He’s just trying to give himself plausible deniability and is hoping i’ll short cut away with you first.”

“Plausible deniability on what?”

“that his little brother is dating someone and he, the perceptive bastard he usually is, didn’t realize it, as focused on work as he’s been.” Papyrus hugged you, and you happily snuggled into the cushy jacket he wore, face in the fluff of the hood.

“That's…bad?”

“no. he’s just embarrassed he’s not been treating you like you’re my date mate.” Papyrus lets out a sudden laugh as he pats your head. “see you tonight.”

“What? Why?!” You gasp as Papyrus burst out of the closet and gently tossed you in Sans’ direction. The last you see of your so-called date mate was a cheeky grin as the golden fang flashed away as Papyrus shortcut away, leaving you to Sans’ mercy. Luckily, after a brusque apology over the nature of your relationship with his brother, Sans offered a wicked, sharp-toothed smile.

“SHALL I SHOW YOU SOME OF PAPYRUS’ EMBARRASSING BABYBONES PHOTOS?”

“Hell yes.”

“LANGUAGE!”

Papyrus was later found in his room with his fluffy hood pulled up over his completely flushed skull after being mercilessly teased by both his brother and date mate.

#short drabble #kind of #swapfell papyrus x reader #i am in a writing mood ahh #300 ish word count #second pov

[sillyunknownkitkat]

Undertale

Sans :

Hypersexual reader comfort

Papyrus :

Hypersexual reader comfort

Frisk :

Nothing yet

Chara :

Nothing yet

Asriel :

Nothing yet

Toriel :

Nothing yet

Asgore :

Nothing yet

Astel/Astelle :

Nothing yet

Mettaton :

Nothing yet

Undyne :

Nothing yet

Alphys :

Nothing yet

Muffet :

Nothing yet

Grillby :

Nothing yet

Underswap

Blue (sans) :

Hypersexual reader comfort

Stretch (papyrus):

Hypersexual reader comfort

Swap (Gaster) :

Nothing yet

Others :

Nothing yet

Underfell

Red (sans) :

Hypersexual reader comfort

Edge (papyrus) :

Hypersexual reader comfort

Fell (gaster) :

Nothing yet

Others :

Nothing yet

Swapfell

Viper (sans) :

Nothing yet

Puppy/pup (papyrus) :

Nothing yet

Sf/??? (Gaster) :

Nothing yet

Others :

Nothing yet

Other Au's

Ink :

Ink x clingy/touchy reader (kinda Ink slender I'm sorry)

Error :

Nothing yet

Dream :

Nothing yet

Nightmare :

Nothing yet

Axe/Bear (ht sans) :

Nothing yet

Killer :

Nothing yet

Dust :

Nothing yet

Fresh :

Nothing yet

Cross :

Nothing yet

Geno :

Nothing yet

Reaper :

Nothing yet

Birdie (aviantale sans) :

Nothing yet

G (echotale gaster!sans) :

Nothing yet

Epic :

Nothing yet

Others :

Nothing yet

All credits to the characters belong to their original creator. I do not proclaim them as mine. Undertale belongs to TobyFox

Last updated : the 2nd December 2023

#undertale x reader #sans x reader #papyrus x reader #sans aus x reader #underfell x reader #edge x reader #red x reader #blue x reader #stretch x reader #undertale masterlist #Ink x reader #Error x reader #nightmare x reader #axe x reader #new writing blog #pls send asks #undertale fanfiction #x self insert #x reader #swapfell papyrus x reader #swapfell sans x reader #Gaster x reader #G sans x reader #undertale au #undertale headcanons #fresh x reader #Geno x reader #Cross x reader #character x character #masterlist

[archiarthur]

He likes to tease the hell out of people. Especially if they're short.

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Swapfell Papyrus /Pay belongs to me

#Swapfell #undertale #underswap #underswap papyrus #Swapfell papyrus #Undertale papyrus #Papyrus #papyrus x self insert #Swapfell papyrus x self insert #Self insert #Swapfell papyrus x oc #Papyrus x oc #Underfell #Underfell papyrus #Undertale au #Papyrus x reader #Swapfell papyrus x reader #Starchi #Or rather #Pay x Archi #Parchi?? #Idk #Simps #Art-chi #My art

[jaxxwrites4you]

Baking Together - Rus (BHC Swapfell Papyrus) x Reader

When Rus had requested your help in the kitchen you had been curious, but had told him you were happy to do whatever he needed. What you hadn’t expected was to find him with two failed batches of maple bars already on the counter. He looked up sheepishly when you walked in and then looked down at the sad piles of doughnut dough.

“I, uh, tried to get started before you got here.” He said, rubbing the back of his neck, “It… went about as well as it normally does.”

You looked over the failed doughnuts and chuckled softly, “I can see. They do look better than last time though!”

“You don’t have to be nice about it, gingersnap.” Rus said, although his smile was more relaxed, “I know they’re still not edible.”

You smiled and walked over, starting to clear off space on the counter, “That’s okay, we’ll make the next batch together, okay?”

He nodded and let you take the lead in making the next batch of dough, listening intently as you explained every step and why things were done in a certain order. It took several hours and Rus’ attention strayed every so often and you’d have to gently bring him back to it. Overall the third batch came out better, much more donut shaped if nothing else. The two of you got a little messy when putting the glaze on, but sticky messes aside, there were twelve decently shaped maple donuts by the end of your little baking fiasco.

You smiled up at him and motioned for him to give you his hands, gently cleaning them off with a warm washrag. He hummed happily as you did, eyeing the plate of sweets.

“We get to eat them now, right?” He asked, the eagerness in his voice all too obvious to you. 

You laughed again, letting go of his hands, “Yes, now we get to eat them.”

Rus looked like a kid in the candy store, waiting for you to be ready to try one with him. Once you both had a donut in hand, then he took the first bite, making a happy noise as he enjoyed his sweet treat. You tried your own and made a small, surprised noise. It was better than you’d expected, although the maple was a tad sweeter than you might like. Your boyfriend, however, was entirely too pleased with it, as he bit into his third donut.

“Safe to say you like this batch?” You asked him, smiling as you watched the purple rush across his cheeks. 

He swallowed the bite he’d just taken and gave you a small, embarrassed smile, “Ah, yeah. These are really good. N-not quite as good as that place downtown, but still tasty.”

You just laughed softly, watching as he continued to inhale the donuts, like his life depended on it. He’d admitted to you some time after you started dating, that he kept trying to make the donuts because they were his favorite sweet and he wanted to be able to make them himself, instead of buying them. You’d told him that if he ever wanted help, you’d be there and you were glad you had offered back then. It was worth it to see him so happy.

#jaxxwrites4you #jaxxwrites #bhc #undertale #undertale au #bhc swapfell #bhc swapfell papyrus #swapfell papyrus x reader #papyrus x reader #x reader #papyrus

[skeleboiii84]

We need more swapfell x reader

Yes yes I agree I agree! 😌

Now you did really give me much to work off of lmaoo so I'mma just do some general head cannons! 🤍🤍

I'm glad you like my mutt writing🤌

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🤍Mutt head cannons🤍

He is very secretive and usually tends to keep to himself, he doesn't really tell people things that he's thinking about or that are worrying him so if he tells you something consider yourself extremely special and important to him

Like sans and stretch he also is a victim of horrific night Terrors, so if you're sleeping next to him he'll pull you closer and kiss the back of your neck

Overall he can be pretty goofy and charming

He absolutely lovessss carrying you around and showing you off to all his friends he'll literally show his friends a photo of you and start simping like crazy

Is a simp.

He loves teasing you and slapping your ass for no reason, like man will come up behind you and just slap you hard across the ass (Like bro-)

Is a complete sucker for soft kisses and cuddles

His lock screen is probably a cute picture of your hand and his intertwined but for fucks sake his home screen is most likely a mirror pic of you sitting on his lap while you're wearing like

This 😑

I'mma head to some spicy ones now 👀🔞

Has absolutely no self control doesn't matter where you are what your doing if he's in a mood he's bending you over and fucking the absolute shit out of you

Has a mommy/daddy kink and a domince kink (but we already knew this)

Mostly the dominate one but ohh if you wanna hear him whimper like a bitch trust me thrust back on him it drives him wildddd

Will sometimes fuck you to music he likes and if you ask him to change it this motherfucker will literally edge you just to be an ass

He holds you by your hair sometimes (gently though he doesn't want to accidentally rip your hair out) just enough to be pleasurable

He lovessss it when you dirty talk to him in his 'ear' *bonus points if it's in a public area*

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whoop here you go darling enjoy😉

Ngl I low key kinda obsessed with him myself 👀

#undertalefics #ut au #headcanon #husbones #swapfell #swapfell papyrus #swapfell papyrus x reader #Mutt #mutt x reader #smut #fluff #love this man

[magic-hcs]

The hurting So in an argument ask was really heartbreaking 😭💔

Give me more with with the SF bros please 🙏💕

Hrgyrf, happy to provide more heartbreak! Let’s do this!

Part one with Charon, Syrup, Red and Razzle is Here

Coal: SF Papyrus

Mastiff: SF Papyrus

Warnings: cursing, insecurities at Mastiff’s side, jealousy at Mastiff’s side, regret, guilt, shouting, arguments, use of the word slut once, angst, pushing/slapping

Let’s cast some magic and see what we’ll get!✨

✨✨

Coal: There are heart wrenching sobs echoing throughout the bedroom. The bump sticking out of the blanket trembles with every wrecking sob. Coal feels his soul clench with pain and self-hate with every breath he takes.

how could he have been so stupid? so horrible? how could he do something so horrible to you?

Shame, guilt, despair, remorse and self loathing spreads through his entire being like a sponge soaking up water when the image of what happened floods inside his head.

You’ve been so secretive lately, making a lot of excuses like going to work, or out with friends, or buying something, visiting family etc. And when you were home, you often were too busy with things to hang out with him. Now Coal wasn’t as good as his brothers when knowing someone’s lying, but he knew that you were hiding something from him. After all, Coal knew your work roster like the map of his favorite video game. (Always writing it down in his little remember book when you tell him the day you need to work so he can create some free time on the days you are free.)

But you’ve been making the excuse to go to work when it wasn’t even the day you were supposed to go to work. It just didn’t add up. Your eyes didn’t quite shine as you told you excuses, which only happened when not being completely truthful. And Coal didn’t understand why you were lying. You were hiding something from him, not telling him the full picture, and he hated it.

Coal trusts you completely. He can say with confidence that he’s not worried that you’re cheating on him or doing anything to hurt him. He knows you, he loves you, he trusts you, and he knows you love him too. Coal just couldn't stand the fact that you were keeping something from him. Was it because you were worried, he would get worried? Was it because you didn’t want to bother him? Did you think he couldn’t handle whatever it was? Or that he would think any less of you because of it?

he should’ve set you down and seriously asked about it and explained why he needed to know instead of just casually asking.

Every time he offhandedly asked if something was going on, you kept saying that it was nothing and that everything would be fine. Coal trusted you completely. He just couldn’t stand being left in the dark from anything any longer. It had happened more than enough. Coal had let it fester until he exploded.

“what the hell’re ye hidin’ from me!?” Coal had snapped one day when you were about to leave again. He wasn’t angry at you specifically, but at a lot of things at once. All his life everyone had kept secrets from him to ‘protect’ him. Everyone knew stuff that he had no knowledge of. Everyone keeps things to themselves or hidden to ‘spare poor, fragile’ Coal.

As if he couldn’t handle anything just because Razzle has protected him for so long.

Who had been the one who was there when Razzle bent and buckled from all the responsibilities and guilt he had to carry solely on his back? Who helped him stay afloat and supported him when he found better coping mechanisms instead of diving himself into more work? Who had been the one who managed to break through Mastiff’s unhealthy wall he bricked himself into? Who helped and supported Mastiff as he worked through his issues? That’s right, it was Coal. He was the one who was there behind the scenes helping. Coal was not poor nor frail. And he felt done, being treated as such.

And you were left aghast by his outburst. You never had seen Coal act like this, he wasn’t one to get angry. Frustrated yes, but not angry. You had tried to calm him down, explain that truly, you hadn’t kept anything hidden from him with ill intent. That you had been trying to get together and create a surprise for him. But whatever you told him, it barely registered. He was unable to be pacified.

And as he started to tug at the laces of his thin jacket hoodie- a habit of his, indicating he was frustrated and stressed - you tried to reach out, worried. But the moment you touched his arm Coal had harshly slapped it away. Putting a bit too much strength into it as he shouted “don’t touch me!” What happened next was all a blur for Coal, only remembering fragments: His soul being squeezed with horror and guilt, the tears in your eyes and Coal running away. Hiding underneath the blankets of his bed as pressed his head into the pillow. Sobbing in anguish.

Coal doesn’t know how long he has been hiding there. He doesn’t really care anyway. He has ruined everything, he has hurt you. He has made you cry. And Coal felt like the worst being in the world.

Coal feels the bed sink a bit, and he already knows who it is.

“go away.” He curses his voice for breaking and not sounding angry at all. It was like a pathetic yelp.

A grunt was heard, and a hand was placed on his side. “no can do, ‘m check up crew.” Mastiff tried to be lighthearted, trying to make light of the situation because he knew something was up.

It was silent for a long moment, only Coal’s sobs and hiccups broke it until Coal spoke up once again.

“…i ruined everyhin’…”

Mastiff didn’t say anything. What could he say? He wasn’t good with words or with comfort. That was Coal’s thing. The only thing Mastiff could offer was his presence and the hand on Coal’s side. Listening to his brother’s heartbreaking sobs.

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Mastiff: Mastiff hated what he felt so often. It did you dirty and you don’t deserve that. He trusts you fully, he does. But he can’t deny the ever present thought of dread hiding in the deepest corner of his mind.

all this will be taken from him in due time…it won’t be long till something far better then he could ever be comes by.

And it happens…but, you don’t want better. You have only eyes for him. And mastiff feels his soul soar into the clouds. He pledges his unyielding loyalty to you only. He’ll be the shadow that has your back. But you shake your head with a smile as you drag him out into the light, having him stand by your side. And mastiff has never felt something that felt so right. Yet, he finds it slowly cracking before him. He doesn’t realize it’s by his own doing, his own insecurities that caused the cracks until it’s too late. And it started when Coal asked with curiosity one day what sort of game it was the two of you were playing. And it was like a head dive straight down from there. Coal started to hang out more, at first Mastiff didn’t mind, he liked having his twin brother around more, genuinely enjoying something together.

But…

But you really enjoyed Coal’s company too…and a voice in the back of Mastiff’s mind started to whisper things…Things that he couldn’t just ignore… Things that played heavily into his insecurities…Things he was too scared to ever confide to you, even though he made a promise to do so whenever something bothered him.

now that Coal is in the picture, you won’t be needing him for much longer.

Mastiff hates these thoughts with a passion. He thought he was done feeling like he’s standing in Coal’s shadow. He thought he was over it!

Apparently not…

Mastiff hates how he’s having a grudge on Coal, who has done nothing wrong. He hated how his mind could dare to think that you would go for his brother. But…he especially hates how he snapped at his brother, who could only utter a confused; “w-what…?” At Mastiff’s sudden outburst, growling and snarling as if Coal was about to steal from him.

“haven’t ye got enough!? not only are ye fuckin’ blessed with luxury i could’ve only dreamed of, now ye wanna take what’s mine too!?”

But what made him hate himself the most, was the way you had to bare witness to this disgusting side of him. Of course you stood up for Coal, standing between both him and Mastiff to break it up. But that had set Mastiff off even more. His fear of losing you lashed out in the most horrible way possible.

“what, yer takin’ the copy’s side over me too? this a gang up on me now?” He throws his arms up, glaring at you while he barks out the words. “why not! all is taken from me anyway, what’s one more time, eh!?”

You’re angry too, obviously, but you make the attempt to communicate -

“Mastiff! Stop this-!“

Unlike what Mastiff’s doing…he’s causing a self destruct.

“why don’t cha give ye boytoy a smooch, eh? see if he really’s better than me.” He leans in really close, flashing his very sharp fangs. He’s not thinking clearly, acting on the anger, on the betrayal, on the insecurities. It’s like a heavy fog is clouding his rationality.

“ye got whatcha wanted. enjoy while it lasts, slut.” Mastiff snaps his jaw shut in your face, making a loud clack. He leans back, and inside the fog there’s a voice filled with terror screaming at him to backtrack immediately, but he’s too far gone.

He’s looking at your face. He sees the shock, which transforms into betrayal and hurt. Tears are slipping past your eyes fast. And a truck could’ve rammed into him and ran over him twice and it wouldn’t have made a difference. Your voice is soft and broken as you whisper: “Y-you…how could you-I - I gave you my everything…” you don’t finish your sentence, you turn and sprint out the room. Leaving Mastiff frozen in place due to the horror of this reality. Mastiff feels as if he could fall into the Core and it wouldn’t have mattered. He feels like he’s worse than Gaster.

He wants to run after you, but Coal withholds him.

“what are-!”

“trust me…ye don’t want to hurt them more then ye already did, bro.”

Coal is hurt too, but he pushes it to the side to be the one to protect his brother for once. Mastiff is sinking to the floor, “what have i done…” it’s barely a breath that leaves past his teeth, but Coal hears it either way.

Coal follows his brother, holding him tight against him. Mastiff lets him, clinging onto the comfort like a life line. “ye done a lot, that’s what ye did.” Coal mutters back. “and ye’ll have to apologize and salvage what’s left eventually…”

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Thank you for participating in this spell, I hope it was to your satisfaction!

#magical prompts #undertale hc #undertale #papyrus #swapfell #undertale x reader #papyrus x reader #swapfell papyrus x reader #swapfell papyrus #swapfell x reader #coal #mastiff #coal x reader #mastiff x reader

[battlemaiden13]

I did the thing I talked about ages ago. It's not good XD love the trope though. Still gonna add it to HND but not with Money.

#self insert #swapfell #swapfell papyrus x reader #self insert art #my art

[lavvys-headcanons]

AU Bros and Their Spooning Positions

(Usually I’ll do all 10 characters if the headcanons are short like these)

Undertale-

Sans: You guys both take turns, really depends on who falls asleep first. Whoever does is the little spoon

Papyrus: Big spoon ALL THE WAY. He adores feeling like he can protect you. It’s a huge confidence boost for him. He doesn’t like to sleep in so if you want to get a couple more hours of sleep in, lay on top of him.

Underfell-

Red: He’ll act all big and tough, but he LOVES to be the little spoon. The first time you hold his head against your chest in a protective way, he might just tear up. Now thats the norm for whenever he wants to laze around with you.

Edge: Big spoon, and this isn’t up for debate. It will take so much convincing for him to even think about being the little spoon.

Underswap-

Blue: Just like Papyrus, he’s the big spoon. Blue’s a lot stronger than he looks, so he’ll have you in a tight grip all night.

Stretch: Half of the time you spend with him will include cuddling. But who’s going to complain. Usually, he’s the big spoon and will even lend you his hoodie. It’s even baggy on him so it’ll probably be huge on you. He thinks it’s the cutest thing EVER.

Swapfell-

Nox: He’s a switch but normally you two just lay on your sides facing eachother in an embrace. He just enjoys waking up to your face every morning, starts him off on a good note.

Rus: Most of the time, he’s the big spoon. When you both are about to fall asleep, he’ll lazily wrap an arm around your shoulders and pull you onto his chest. This will literally happen anytime and anywhere.

Horrortale-

Ash: He has trust issues so it will take a while to build enough trust to sleep in the same bed as him. But once you build up that relationship with him, he’ll happily be a switch and either hold you or let you hold him whenever you want to!

Poplar: Since he has a bad back and leg you probably won’t be able to be the little spoon while sitting down and cuddling. But, he does however love wrapping his arms around you while laying down and cuddling.

#undertale x reader #sans x reader #papyrus x reader #underfell sans x reader #underfell papyrus x reader #underswap papyrus x reader #underswap sans x reader #swapfell papyrus x reader #swapfell sans x reader #horrortale sans x reader #horrortale papyrus x reader

[timeofjuly]

And Four Papyri in a Pear Tree

Chapter 1 - Smooth Operator

Summary: Rus takes you ice skating for the first time and despite some initial wobbliness, only one of you ends up on your ass.

Notes: The first chapter of And Four Papyri in a Pear Tree, my four-part holiday series focusing on festive-themed dates with Rus, Edge, Stretch, and Papyrus.

Tags: Reader/swapfell Papyrus, ice skating, fluff, established relationship.

Read it on AO3 or read it below the cut!

“lookin’ a little wobbly there, baby doll,” Rus teases, looking unfairly steady on his skates. Behind him, a vast expanse of glistening ice stretches out under the open sky, reflecting the soft glow of twinkling lights that adorn the perimeter of the skating rink. The air is crisp, carrying the faint scent of freshly fallen snow and the rhythmic sound of blades gliding over the smooth surface.

Your own skates slide perilously against the ice, your legs clenched tight to stop your knees from slipping out from underneath you.

“Nuh-uh,” you say, willing your fingers to loosen their grip on the barrier. “I’ve just got knives attached to my feet, what’s scary about that?  It’s not like ice is slippery or anything.”

Rus chuckles. “c’mon, don’t’cha trust me? if you’re that scared, it’s not too late for me to get you a penguin.”

As if summoned by the cruel forces of comedic timing, a small child breezes past the two of you pushing said skating aid. They seem entirely at ease and as you watch, they remove their hands from the penguin with an elated whoop.

“Look, no hands!” they call out, presumably to a parent.

Your resolve, which has previously been a gelatinous mass quivering at the pit of your belly, hardens. Like hell you’re being shown up by a kid. “Nope,” you say to Rus, “I’m good.”

You aren’t, though. You’re nervous. You probably shouldn’t have watched that video about the top ten career-ending ice hockey accidents last night. Ah, hindsight. At least you’re wearing a thick scarf; hopefully that’ll protect your neck from any errant skating blades.

“if you’re sure,” he says. In contrast to the pitiful display you’re putting on, Rus looks completely at home on the ice. More graceful than he is on solid ground, even, though that’s not necessarily that high of a bar. There’s a natural ease to him like this, a confidence that you’ve only caught snatches of before.

“i’m ready whenever you are,” he says. His thick woollen sweater reads FESTIVE GUY and is a particularly fetching shade of eggplant.  His cheeks are faintly lilac from the cold that nips through the air, his long, delicate hands encased in cosy mittens.

Those mittened hands are held out to you now. Anxiety flickers in your chest but then you look at him again, at how steady he is, how the long lines of his body are looser and more relaxed than you’ve ever seen them outside of the safety of privacy, and that gives you all the bravery you need.

You take his hands, the chill of the rink being chased away through your gloves. Your fingers curl between his phalanges in a grip that would surely be bruising if he had flesh. As you step further onto the ice, you wobble perilously, struggling to find your balance. Your ankles feel heavy and clumsy, your feet dead weight. How do people make this look so easy? You’ve never felt so unwieldy in your life.

“you’re okay,” he says, holding you steady. “that’s perfect.”

The standards for perfect must be low.

You’re too busy concentrating on not falling on your ass – no, hands and knees, the video you watched in preparation for this said that letting your arms absorb the impact is the safest way to fall – so you can’t articulate that thought into an appropriately clever remark, so you just settle on responding with a dubious look.

His grip tightens reassuringly – you feel like he’s holding all of your weight at this point - and he begins guiding you across the smooth surface. He’s making it look so easy, skating backwards with practiced, smooth motions. You feel like a newborn giraffe in comparison, if someone was to sneak into the zoo, strap knife-blades to its hooves, and set it out onto the ice.

"first lesson: find your centre of gravity," he says, his voice low and encouraging. "keep your knees slightly bent, and let the skates do the work."

“What does that even mean?” you say, a little panicked, but you quickly mimic his stance. It’s awkward at first – you’re ready to tip face-first into him at any moment, but with enough gradual, tiny adjustments, you start to feel a little steadier. The tempo of the music playing over the rink's speakers helps you keep your movements rhythmic, and you find yourself feeling more and more confident.

“there you go,” he says. Despite yourself, warmth floods your chest at the praise.

“I feel like you’re doing all the work, not me or the skates,” you say. “How the hell are you so good at this? I’ve seen you trip over your own bone constructs.”

He lets go of one of your hands to press a wounded hand to his chest and you flail in its absence, letting out a startled eep.

“hey, i am beauty and i am grace. ’specially compared to you right now.”

He snatches your hand back before you can really panic, but as you recover, you realise that you probably weren’t in any danger of falling anyway. One, you trust that Rus would catch you and two, you’re feeling a little steadier on your skates now. Maybe you’re getting the hang of this! The Zamboni isn’t going to run you over after all.

“Aw, you don’t think I’m pretty?” You affect an exaggerated pout.

He laughs, but his cheeks tinge purple. “’course i think you’re pretty. you’re my cute little baby squirrel, slippin’ around on the ice. like in ice age.”

“… thank you?”

“you’re welcome, scrat.”

Eh. You can live with that. Dude has tenacity you can appreciate.

Besides, all this teasing is distracting you from looking down at your own feet and throwing yourself off-balance. Rus continues to glide you around the rink and the sounds of the other skaters seem to fall away, leaving just the two of you and the sounds of your skates sliding against the ice. You gently lap around, each pass making you feel more and more comfortable.

“Still, there’s got to be a reason you’re so good at this,” you press. “There’s not some secret winter Olympics Underground I don’t know about, right?”

He snorts. “hah. nah, nothing like that. not much time for organised sports when everyone’s tryin’ to avoid being dusted. i just did a lot of skating on my own, back when i was in stripes,” he says, and though the tone is off handed, you get the sense that this is far more significant than his voice is letting on. “spent a lot of hours out on the ice. with enough practice, angel eyes, anyone’d pick it up. even you.”

He lets go of your hand again, this time to boop your nose. When he takes it again, his grip is far looser, and you find that you’re staying upright of your own volition. Part of you is tempted to let go completely and see what you can do on your own now that you’ve got the basics down, but fuck, the enjoyment you’re getting from holding his hand is overriding your competitive spirit.

He’s also still towing you around and you have no idea how to actually make yourself go, but little details.

“There’s not much ice or snow from where I’m from, so I never learnt,” you say. “We’d get this gross, dirty sleet sometimes in the winter, but not much else. I used to be so jealous of kids who got to have white Christmases. Did Black teach you to do this?”

Fondness colours his features. “yeah, he did. he was good like that. not many of the other kids liked to go out onto the ice, so i think he thought that if i stayed out there, they wouldn’t pick on me. when i got older, it was a good way to get away from everything for a while.”

You imagine a younger Black taking an even younger Rus by the hands and leading him out onto the ice, guiding him in the way he’s guiding you now. You wonder what being picked on as a kid looked like in their universe, that cruel, brutal place. You doubt that it amounted to simple teasing.

Your chest aches at the thought, but you quash it down. Today is a day for good things; you’re not going to dwell on a past you have no way of changing.

“You must’ve learnt some pretty cool tricks, then,” you say, pushing levity into your tone.

The words chase away the hint of melancholy that had been lurking on his skull. He grins at you, lazy and languid and confident, and says, “oh, sugar plum, you have no idea.”

The two of you both glide to a stop on the side of the rink. You let go of his hands and grasp back onto the barrier. You feel safe now to stay standing without his assistance.

“Go on, then,” you say, angling your chin towards the ice. “Impress me.”

He takes the ice, his movements fluid and confident. The chilly air echoes with the scrape of blades against the smooth surface, and he shoots you a mischievous grin. With each stride, he gains momentum, twirling effortlessly with a grace that makes you dizzy. Your breath catches as he executes a flawless spin, his body a whirl of controlled motion. The ice seems to respond to his every command, and he carves intricate patterns with finesse.

With a final, daring leap, he lands with a flourish, a triumphant smile lighting up his face. The ice seems to shimmer in approval of his performance.

As he skates back to your side, there's a glint of anticipation in his eyes, silently asking if he managed to impress.

And in that moment, under the twinkling lights of the ice rink, you can't help but feel the warmth of his efforts.

Fuck, you’re getting mushy. You can’t find it in you to be upset about that, though.

“well?” he says.

Your applause is muffled by your gloves, but the intent is the same. “That was amazing! Do you reckon I could learn to go that fast today? Oh, or even backwards? Both at the same time seems a little ambitious.”

“maybe just a little,” he says, cheeks flushed from your praise. “we can work on it, though. just getting you to go under your own power today is a good goal. that you’re standin’ with no support now is impressive on its own.”

You look down at yourself and then at your arms and huh, would you look at that. Granted, you’re not moving yet, but you’re getting there!

You cast your eyes back out onto the ring to see the small child from earlier gliding around the ice, skating aid now discarded. You point a gloved finger towards them.

“Do you think I could at least go faster than that kid today?” you say.

Rus looks amused but doesn’t question your choice of a benchmark. “maybe, but don’t stress if you can’t. you’re doing really good for your first time on the ice,” he says. “i don’t want you fallin’ and cracking your head open because you bite off more than you can chew. don’t worry, we can come back for more practice. if you want. it’s okay if you, don’t, though, i -.”

“We are definitely coming back,” you say. You’re determined to at least learn one trick before the holidays are over. “You’re stuck with me now, coach.”

“does that mean you’ll get one of those leotards?”

“If you wear one too, sure,” you agree. “Maybe we can get matching ones.”

He takes your hands again and starts pulling you around the ice, slow and deliberate. You do your best to match his movements. The two of you make another slow lap and though you’re too focussed to be chatty, the silence doesn’t feel awkward. He gives you the occasional helpful, if teasing, pointer and your confidence continues to grow.

“well, how’s your first time on the ice shapin’ up so far?” he asks you after another lap. “everything you were hoping for?” The words are joking, but you can see his sincerity.

Your chest feels all warm and soft and suddenly, you don’t feel the chill of the ice at all. You steel yourself and use your handhold to pull yourself closer to him, slowing your pace, and then let go of his hands altogether, bringing one now free hand to cup the side of his skull. Your gloved fingers splay across his zygomatic arch.

He nuzzles into your palm, sockets drooping.

“Good,” you say. Your voice is soft. “Really, really good.”

“i – heh.” He ducks his head, but he can’t hide the colour that flushes his skull.

In an attempt to recover gracefully, he takes a misstep, his skates catching an edge. Before you both know it, he's tripping over his own feet, arms flailing in an attempt to regain balance.

To no avail. He crashes down into the ice, bony ass first. You narrowly avoid getting taken down with him.

“Oh my god,” you say, unable to stifle the laughter that bubbles up your throat. “Are you okay?”

Rus attempts to clamber to his feet, trying – and failing – to get his legs back underneath him. With each slip back onto the ice, the vivid mauve dusting his cheeks deepens further.

Eventually, he rights himself, skull blazing purple. “’m fine. that was exactly what i was going for. grand finale. ta-da.” The words are said with accompanying jazz-hands.

Still laughing, you pluck one of his hands from the air and pull yourself towards him.

“Real smooth,” you say. “Come on, you charmer. I want to have another go.”

#papyrus x reader #swapfell papyrus #swapfell papyrus x reader #And Four Papyri in a Pear Tree

[canvas-madness-txc]

Sour Candy Kisses

{Swapfell Purple Papyrus x Reader}

"Do you really need all that candy?

Papyrus turned over to meet your gaze. He shrugged and continued to place handfuls of candy into his hoodie pocket.

"YEAH. SANS SAID IT'LL HELP WITH MY 'PROBLEM,'" he replied. It made sense in a way. Papryus did have a smoking problem. You didn't know how an entire month's worth of sour candies was supposed to help. You assumed it was to prevent him from thinking that he should smoke.

Still, you had your doubts. Lazy as he was, Papyrus could be stubborn when he wanted to be. Sans trying to break him out of habits was one of them.

"We're only going out for a few hours. You dont need that much," you tried.

"JUST IN CASE, SNOTFACE," he replied. You groaned at the nickname. Papyrus barely called you by name. It was either "human" or his personal favorite, "snotface".

It was his most overused too. Not only did he call you that. He usually referred to anyone he met as snotface — not stopping at Chara. You wondered if he just liked people's reaction to the nickname, or he was too lazy to come up with a better one.

"Anyways Sans wants us done by now."

"JUST GIVE ME TEN MINUTES."

"Okay," you replied as you made your way back to the living room. Sans stood by the door.

"well?"

"Papyrus said he needed ten minutes." Sans smacked his forehead.

"if only he packed earlier like i told him too we wouldn't have to wait!"The two of you sat in silence.

"WHATEVER BRO, I'M READY NOW."

The three of you piled into the car. It had been a simple outing, just to get out of the house. While you were out, you noticed Papyrus staring at you occasionally. Sometimes, you stared back. He looked away the moment he say you look back. Then after at least 10 minutes of it, he made a face when he saw you looking at him. You turned around go find something else to do. "Real mature," you mumbled. The afternoon went on without much excitement. Papyrus did seem, distant as usual. He wasn't a social butterfly, but he avoided everyone today. Specifically, he avoided you all day. You didn't know why, you never got into arguments with him. Sans dismissed it as his brother being weird, but you didn't believe him. It felt as if someone told you he lied. Your suspicions got the better of you. You went to go find Papyrus.

You did find him. It wasnt hard to miss a skeleton with yellowing bones in a purple jacket. He sat on a park bench. Slowly, you walked up to him.

"Hey."

"HEY."

"Mind if I sit here?"

"DEPENDS YOU GOT MONEY FOR THE TOLL?" You made a face.

"There are no tolls for public benches," you replied. He chuckled.

"YOU GOT ME THERE, SNOTFACE." Rolling your eyes, you sat next to him. The two of you sat in silence for a while.

"DO YOU NEED ANYTHING OR WHAT?" You looked at him.

"No, just wanted to check on you."

"WHATEVER YOU SAY," he said while pulling out a lighter and a sour candy, "OH YEAH. DAMMIT." Stuffing the lighter back into his pocket, he unwrapped the candy and popped into his mouth.

"So... how's that going for you," you asked motioning to his candy wrapper. He looked down at the wrapper and back to you.

"CONSIDERING SANS SCOLDING ME FOR TRYING TO SMOKE EIGHT TIMES ALONE TODAY, YOU CAN PROBABLY GUESS."

"Fair enough." Papyrus stared off, annoyed by something. He didn't say anything though. You decoded to wait for him to start.

"HAVE YOU EVER FELT WEIRD THINGS AND THEY STARTED TO MESS WITH YOUR HEAD," he blurted out.

"What kind of weird things?"

"IF I KNEW I WOULD TELL YOU," he snapped to which you threw up your hands in exasperation. "ANYWAYS, THEY KEEP CLOUDING YOUR BRAIN AND YOU CAN'T THINK OF ANYTHING ELSE SO YOU'RE STUCK IN A LOOP ALL DAY. AND YOU'RE SURE IT'S ABOUT SOMEONE, BUT YOU CAN'T TELL WHAT YOU THINK ABOUT THEM. PEOPLE TELL YOU TO JUST TALK TO THE PERSON. HEH, EASOER SAID THAN DONE WHAT I CAN'T FIND THE WORDS TO TELL THEM I LO—" he cut himself off. You raised your eyebrows in surprise.

"Papryus, do you like someone?"

"YEAH. NO. WAIT— I DON'T KNOW!" He turned away from you. You began to feel annoyed with him. Sure romantic feelings were hard to verbalize, but he didn't have to take it out on you! Silence surrounded the two of you. After a while, Papyrus began searching for something in his jacket. Eventually he found what he wanted and slid it over to you.

It was a candy in your favorite flavor. Underneath it was a small handwritten note.

SORRY FOR BEING A JERK

It wasn't anything big just a short apology. Still, Papyrus didn't hand out 'sorries' easily.

"It's fine."

"CAN I ASK YOU SOMETHING?"

"Sure."

"IF I TOLD YOU A FRIEND OF MINE HAD LIKED YOU FOR A WHILE BUT DOESN'T KNOW HOW TO TELL YOU WOULD YOU BELIEVE ME?" He grinned at you sheepishly. You tilted your head, confused. Then, it dawned on you.

"Depends is this 'friend' a skeleton named Papyrus?"

"NO!" You looked at him, not entirely convinced. "OKAY, YOU GOT ME! I'VE LIKED YOU FOR THE LONGEST TIME! HAPPY?"

"Yeah," you slid closer to him as you spoke, "because I finally figured out what you mean by strange feelings."

"WELL...?"

"Well what?"

"ARE YOU GOING TO REJECT ME," he said. He seemed disappointed, but there was no hint of surprise as if he was used to being unwanted. You refused.

"I'm not going to reject you. I always thought you hated me but I guess I was wrong about that. I'm willing to start over, slowly with you on one condition."

"YEAH?"

"Stop calling me snotface." His face broke into a smile.

"SHOULDA' SEEN THAT COMING. ALRIGHT SNOTF— Y/N." The two of you continued to talk after that. You began to see a new side to Papyrus. A sweet and energetic side, contradictory to his rude demeanor. A side that brought the affection you began to reciprocate. Without thinking, you began to flirt with him throughout the conversation. His face began to light up everything you did, although he pretended not to care. In the heat of the conversation, he did manage to kiss you. Not anything serious, just a small peck on the cheek. Once he realized what he did, he began profusely apologizing while trying to explain himself. You could only sit in silence. Finally, you piped up.

"So does that make you wanting to date me official?" Once the words left your mouth, Papyrus seemed to crash internally.

"I GUESS. KINDA SURPRISED IT WORKED. TIBIA HONEST, I WAS GOOD AT ROBBING PEOPLE FOR CASH. TURNS OUT IT WORKS FOR HEARTS TOO!" You facepalmed at his comeback.

"I WAS KIDDING!" The two of you went back to meet up with Sans and headed home. When you got there, you realized that Papryus was wrong in another way. Robbing hearts is not right, much like robbing those for cash. Though he did not steal your feelings from you. Papyrus had brought it out of you and you were the one to accept them. You quickly accepted this fate of yours at the realization. He may have his issues, but Papyrus had seemed to put the effort into his recovery for people close to him. Which now included you.

#undertale #papyrus #swapfell #swapfell papyrus #swapfell papyrus x reader #swapfell fic #my fic