#papyrus x sans

[purplebluepen45]

I've been thinking about this meme where the poly kisses each other, but with PapyFranS!!

[amalia-uwu]

Could anyone please recommend me some Undertale fics/comics please?

Some preferences

Rottencrop

Kustard

Sansby

Sans x reader

Fontcest

Sans and Toriel (mostly platonic, I enjoy soriel as well tho)

[razzyarts]

CW: fontcest, swapfellcest, cheapwine (?

Dinero u3u* (Pt. 3)

Parte previa 👉aquí👈

Siguiente parte 👉aquí👈

[koitarou32]

HEAT

[tiredcringe]

honeys being a nuisance while blue's trying to bake >:T

[cerebralpigeon]

Stoner fontcest doodles

[lividety]

I like undertale too lol

[jack-nasty]

BBB Chapter 12:

"The Party"

The morning after, Grillby and I added our finishing touches to the decorated apartment. We laid out plates and napkins to welcome eating the presented fruit bowl along with chips and dip. The doorbell rang and we exchanged a nervous glance, I giggled— excited and fearful about who'd be behind the door. Our first guests were Cole and Sydney. "Hey guys!" Cole dove in for a hug, wrapping his arms around Grillby's neck. "Hi," I say sheepishly as Syd steps forward and pats my back. "This place looks AWESOME," Cole exclaimed, taking in the place, "Didn't expect this haste from you, Cuz. You've been busy." "Well, couldn't have done it alone." Grillby turns to me as do Cole and Syd; the attention causes me to become flustered. "Uh..." I want to say something to diffuse my awkwardness, "I—" The doorbell rang again, then the party began.

There weren't many people, but it was enough to distract me from noticing when he slipped in. And after I knew he was there I still didn't hear the questions he was asking about me and Grillbs, nor did I see the glances he was shooting at me until Cole confronted me with all the questions. I was quite shocked by the off-topic fixation.           "So? Are you guys like... together now?" Cole pushed. "It's not just me that's wondering. You two are quite the conversation piece tonight. Even your brother is curious." I whipped my head around in response to that statement to find Papyrus deflecting his gaze from me to Undyne, acting as if they were in conversation. A girl I'd never seen before—I think I had overheard Syd call her Patty— jumped into the conversation. "Yeah! What's up with you two? Are you trying a second take at this?"           "Well—" Grillby doesn't deny.           "That's so exciting!!!" Patty gives no chance for either of us to answer. "You two were so cute back in the day." She leans forward towards me and Grillbs and his warm hand catches my back when I take a step away from her. I don't want him touching me in front of all these people. In front of him. He's definitely looking at me, Patty's making such a scene. Her breath reaches me and it smells like she's helped herself to Grillby's liquor cabinet we haven't had the time to present yet. Maybe that's what this party needs—what I need; a way to diffuse all of this tension: alcohol. I reject Grillby's hand making his way south in an attempt to comfortably rest on my hip and I push through the wall of people. Heads turn and follow my trail. I then whip open the cabinet loaded with bottles of assorted liquor. That's when the real drama began.

It was an hour later and my third shot convinced me I was being a good host though Grillby was the one who was really carrying the party. He was familiar with being surrounded by needy, drunk people he had to tend to, sadly he wasn't being paid for this shift. I'm not sure if it was me or a fellow drunken guest, but somewhere the idea of playing "Spin the Bottle" was brought up. Against our better judgment, we found ourselves forming a circle on the floor with an emptied wine glass in the center. The liquor numbed my nerves enough to the point where I wasn't looking at the people around me, I wasn't sure where I was, I was just memorized by the bottle spinning, its whirring sound slowing, people cheering in reply to it stopping and chanting "kiss, kiss, kiss," I hardly noticed—never mind cared—Grillby was caressing my back while the bottle was being passed around the circle. Finally its majesty was handed down to me. I centered the glass sculpture in the center of the circle and with anticipation, watched its hollow tip go round and round, sizing its next victim.  Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh. Once it halted it took me a moment to register that it was my turn to participate, I forgot how to move my limbs, and I was almost dizzy from watching the bottle swirl around for what seemed like hours. I manage to look up at my selected match; the rim of the bottle pointing directly in front of me. I look up to face him.  Instead of the onlookers cheering and chanting, there's a pause where no one knows what should happen next. As if the simple rules of the game were suddenly lost.           "Dude, Sans," I hear Syd's voice. "You don't need to do it. I feel like you can re-spin..." The rules of the game are quite simple, they don't ask for much. So why would I defy them? Just because I am expected to be with Grillby, I should only kiss him? Or is it because the bottle chose the one person no one would expect me to want to kiss, but the one person I most desperately want to kiss: Papyrus? We stare into each other's gaze, waiting, but as I begin to crawl towards him, his eyes frantically search around the circle, reading the crowd's confused faces. My advances towards his side of the circle do not linger or pause. I steadily arrive before him, but he does nothing to prevent the path I'm on. I want to kiss him. I don't notice our spectators. I need this excuse to kiss him because there very well may never be another chance I get so close to him. This is my desperate attempt to fulfill this impossible lust for my brother. Maybe after this, it will all cease. Nothing would be between me and Grillby if I could just put all of this chaos behind me.  Once Papyrus' eyes trace back to mine I lean into him, keeping eye contact throughout the entire exchange. My tongue feels inside his mouth as if searching for a response; reciprocation. I search inside his eyes for it as well. Unblinking, confused. The silence in the room surrounds us as I come to question how long our faces have been interlocked; how long the party has been holding its breath. I release our locked lips, unable to hide my wide grin.           "Thank you for coming," I say practically in his speechless mouth.  No one in the apartment knows what to say next, so I spring up—with minimal stumbling—and shake off the awkward interaction with a loud, "A good host ALWAYS keeps company entertained." They laugh and I pave my way out of the circle and into the bathroom to relive the fantasy I've just made a reality. 

I stumble into the wooden door, turning the knob, and falling into the sink. I look in the mirror to see my flushed face and wide eyes glaring back. Somehow I can't find it in me to regret that decision no matter how embarrassing the situation was. I quickly realize my body doesn't regret it either, I can feel my dick throb behind my blue jeans and boxers. One kiss was all it took. I lock the door and take a seat on the toilet, unbuttoning my pants and pulling them down to my ankles. I take my erection in my hands, gathering the pre-cum and sliding my hand up and down the length. I tried to keep my sounds down, although I doubt anything could be heard as the party had seemed to spring back to life with my disappearance. I wonder where Pap was? Was he suffering from the same fate? Was he angry....waiting for me to get home so he could hit me?  Crying? I started going faster, trying not to hog the bathroom for too long. Papyrus was the one thing on my mind, per usual. I was about to release when a pound came on the door. I threw my hand off my dick and jumped off the seat.           "Sans! I know you're in there. We need to talk!" Grillby yelled from the other side, jiggling the doorknob.           "Shit. Fuck." I mumbled. "I'll be out in a minute!" I try to compose myself, zipping my pants, flushing the toilet, and washing my hands. I unlock the door just as Grillby makes another attempt to open it. "Sans," he says emotionless as he sees my face.           "Grillbs," I say, a weak smile plastered on my face.           "I don't know why you're smiling Sans, what the fuck was that?" Grillby asked furiously, this was the angriest I had ever seen him...ever.           "What was what Grillbs?" I knew exactly what he was talking about.           "The FUCKING KISS, Sans! With your own brother? What the fuck?" Grillby probed. "You know how embarrassed I am? Not just because of your show...but because of how I've been talking to people about us...I thought this was our night! The party we've been waiting to have! Yet you had to make it all about you." I look at my feet. What can I even say to him? How can he even say this to me? "Grillbs, I'm drunk. It's a party, we were playing a game. It meant nothing! I'd understand if you were upset cause I kissed some guy, but it was my brother, so it literally meant nothing! I only did that to diffuse tension." I moved towards the door. Grillby's face softened, but he continued to stand his ground. "If it landed on me I wouldn't have kissed anyone."           "Then what's the point of playing, Grillby?" I say as I roll my eyes and slip past him back into the noise. I needed another shot.

[purplebluepen45]

Making Sans insanely small has been plaguing my mind and this image won't leave me alone. So here ya go ^^

[razzyarts]

CW: fontcest, incest, swapfellcest, cheapwine (?

Dinero (Pt. 2)

Parte previa 👉aquí👈

Siguiente parte 👉aquí👈

[koitarou32]

papysans

[tiredcringe]

hes not stopping anytime soon >:D

[winiboneshot]

CW: fontcest , fellswapgoldcest , boobs

More of the shipp, I'm obsessed and I like to see Wine get everything he can get 🍷☕💕

This is just a doodle (⁠*⁠´⁠ω⁠｀⁠*⁠)

[lividety]

Clack~ ♡

[ashiningrose]

does anyone know any good fontcest blogs? im new to tumblr and id love some reccommendations as its my favourite ship :)