worst undertail

will I get a pillowfort key at some point

will I not pillowfort at all because I don’t have anything to offer there

except it’s a placeholder and nothing’s actually there yet, not even a description. completely blank. I can’t deal with it right now but eventually I’ll follow people and such? 

will I get a pillowfort key at some point

will I not pillowfort at all because I don’t have anything to offer there

except it’s a placeholder and nothing’s actually there yet, not even a description. completely blank. I can’t deal with it right now but eventually I’ll follow people and such? 

I have never drawn underswap papyrus seriously now that I think about it >:-O

Teal: it’s still September!

Me:

ITS

HALLOWEEN

TIME

TO

GET

SPOOKY.

.

.

.

Summary:  There was something deeply satisfying about giving someone else pleasure

Notes: Shame, shame, it’s shameful smut. NSFW Also on AO3

Lucky number 5 out of 6 from my Drabble Raffle for 400 followers, and this time it’s for @sin-cognito !

Thank you cognito, you’re the best! <3

Pairing: Fellcest (Fontcest- Underfell Papyrus/Underfell Sans)

Prompt: “You know very well your sass just riles me up.”

Other specifics: Underfell Papyrus is the dom, Underfell Sans is sassy

Ao3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/14693337/chapters/37089246

Tags: Underfell Sans named Sans, Underfell Papyrus named Papyrus, ecto-genitalia (Vagina, Penis), dry humping, slight dom/sub, NSFW

wc: ~1.2k

Sans had a routine, a day-to-day ritual that he found himself following whether he wanted to or not.

It started at 6 am, on the dot. Never later, scarcely earlier, and always to the tune of his brother’s bed springs squealing as he hauled himself out of bed. It was a nuisance, really. Sans swore that one day he ought to take a trip to the dump and search for a better bed. He knew he never would, but in those cursed early hours where he considered an alternative timeline in which he actually slept in, it was a very tempting idea.

Shortly after the rude awakening, Sans, despite knowing what came next, always closed his eye sockets, hoping to catch some precious spare moments of peace before–

“SANS, GET OUT OF BED!”

papy’s magical menagerie.