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archiveofourown.org/works/47667943
Verdana's Fontcest Prompt+ Emporium is done.

If you've seen the text posts I've made on here, tw/tter or tumblr, this is a collection of all of them + one unfinished papysans oneshot at the very end.

#fontcest #papysans #fellcest #swapcest and most other 'cests🧡💙
May 25, 2025 at 11:29 PM
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A rainbow bracelet with the enamel pin of the "FIGHT" option from Undertale pinned to its center.
March 1, 2025 at 3:08 PM
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I feel so sorry for Reader, they are too poor for fontc/est ☹️
But what can you expect in this economy.... We gotta eat....
AO3 tags. 1st tag: No Incest 2nd tag (all caps): NO FONTCEST 3rd tag: reader is poor
February 22, 2025 at 11:53 PM
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(2/2)
They both take the final days off out of necessity to see it through to the end. It's almost easy compared to the days before, not needing to frantically rush through as many as possible during breaks. Papyrus is as gentle as he can be with all of the extra time on their hands. It would almost be relaxing if it didn't hurt so much that Sans spent more time unconscious than conscious. Sans is such a mess of sweat and tears that they've relocated to the bathtub. Incoherent, half-formed babble falls out of his mouth like another glob of drool as the countdown to the new year begins and Papyrus squeezes them together one last time. He doesn't have enough energy to scream as the final torturous orgasm of this awful game tears through him without an ounce of satisfaction. Of course nothing comes out, but he swears if he had a brain, the last of it surely liquefied and dribbled out somewhere. He's not entirely sure he even remembers what language he speaks. He certainly can't read any of the lineup of Papyrus's soap bottles even when his eyes focus enough to see the words. Papyrus washes and dries them both, and Sans is grateful that they're finally putting this behind them and he can just sleep. But the next thing he knows, he's laying limply on Papyrus's bed with his brother's phalanges and magic manipulating him into making a hole. He weakly protests with a wobbling whimper and impotent twitch of his leg, and Papyrus stops and looks up from his work with the most patient smile. "DO YOU REMEMBER YOUR SAFEWORD?" Sans isn't sure if the reformed magic is more or less sensitive after the phallus had given out earlier. "* c- ahh.. c-catsup." "GOOD! ARE YOU USING IT?" The exit is right there. He's known it's always been right there from the start. Papyrus doesn't move. He doesn't understand how Papyrus could possibly still have any energy left, let alone desire. "* hmmmnhh..." "WORDS, SANS. TAKE YOUR TIME." Even if he doesn't understand the how, he can feel the why in the lovestruck intent that Papyrus is absolutely radiating. He involuntarily clenches around the fingers inside him and sobs. "* no... 'm no--t..." The fingers are retracted and Papyrus slides in effortlessly with one last verbal reminder of how much he loves his big brother. It doesn't last long at all--maybe a minute before he's coming for the final time that night and the last thing he feels before he passes out is Papyrus throbbing inside of him. On January 1st, Sans finally asks Papyrus how the hell he was able to bust so many out in such short succession when their time in the bedroom prior to these 'exercises' usually had him needing so much stimulation to reach climax that Sans hardly ever had enough energy to get him there by his own effort even once in an evening. Papyrus grins, "I HAVE IMPECCABLE CONTROL." But when Sans narrows his sockets, "OR MAYBE SEEING YOU OVERSTIMULATED JUST REALLY DOES IT FOR ME."
December 30, 2024 at 3:08 AM
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The December sequel. Merry belated Christmas. (1/2)
#fontcest #papysans 🧡💙
CW: overstim
Papyrus calmly finishes himself off and rights his clothes, much to Sans's confusion. Papyrus informs him that since No Nut November has successfully concluded, it's only fair that they now begin Destroy Dick December to make up for it, and day 1 permits them only 1 orgasm. At first, Sans just groans in frustration. Then, in horror, he remembers how the rest of it goes. "* ohhh no. no no no. i know you've got stamina for days, but i can't. we are not. we are not doing this." "IT'S A BONDING EXPERIENCE." "* no." "YOU DON'T WANT TO BOND?" "* there won't be a me to bond with by day 31." "NONSENSE! YOU JUST DON'T KNOW THE PROPER TECHNIQUE." "* what? what's that even supposed to mean?" "DON'T WORRY, YOU'RE IN CAPABLE HANDS. I'LL MAKE SURE YOU SURVIVE AND FILL YOUR DAILY QUOTA." "* what???" But that's all he gets. At the end of the next day (the actual next calendar day), Papyrus asks him if he's finished with the day's challenge yet. He hasn't, because he was kind of scared of what Papyrus had planned. Papyrus scoffs, "YOU CAN'T EVEN DO DAY 2 ON YOUR OWN? EVEN AFTER A MONTH OF ABSTINENCE? YOU REALLY ARE HOPELESS WITHOUT ME," and promptly shoves his hand down Sans's shorts. He's given enough of a break after the first round that the second isn't too bad. Sans wants to enjoy it, but he's also fiercely dreading the days ahead. At the end of the third day, Papyrus checks in with him again. Sans says he managed to rub one out earlier when he came home for lunch. After some intense scrutinizing, Papyrus accepts the answer and gets to work on squeezing the last two out of him. "YOU SHOULD TRY A LITTLE HARDER. WE HAD LESS THAN AN HOUR LEFT TONIGHT!" At the end of the fourth day, Sans lies that he got through three of them during his breaks. Papyrus calls him on it immediately, brazenly pulling his soul out to inspect. He's intimately familiar with what Sans's soul and magic should look and feel like after that much activity. He memorized it during their honeymoon phase, back when they could hardly keep their hands off of each-other. "AND AGAIN, WE HAVE LESS THAN AN HOUR LEFT." And like that, he's forced through four orgasms as rapidly as Papyrus' hands can work. "YOU HAVE NOBODY TO BLAME FOR THIS BUT YOURSELF," he's scolded as he tries to squirm away between two and three. "YOU SHOULD TRY TO TAKE THIS A BIT MORE SERIOUSLY," he's held down as he cries through the fourth. In the morning of the fifth day, Papyrus scolds him before they leave the house, "EVEN AFTER LAST NIGHT, YOU STILL HAVEN'T CHANGED YOUR STRATEGY. OBVIOUSLY YOU NEED MORE HELP." He's trapped against the front door until Papyrus has managed to get him through the first of the day. "THE SECRET IS PACING YOURSELF! STOP MAKING ME HAVE TO RUSH YOU THROUGH THE QUOTA ALL AT ONCE. INSTEAD OF LYING, YOU SHOULD ACTUALLY MAKE USE OF YOUR BREAKS." He tries, but he's lost any interest in masturbating by day eight. Papyrus says that's fine, he has no problem with continuing to help. So Papyrus shows up for each of his breaks, cornering and tugging him through it, marking it off on a freaking itinerary he's brought along. By day ten, he asks if they can at least have sex instead of Papyrus jerking him off. "OF COURSE NOT! IT'S 'DESTROY DICK DECEMBER', NOT 'ANNIHILATE ASS AUGUST', 'SUNDER SNATCH SEPTEMBER' OR EVEN 'OBLITERATE ORIFICE OCTOBER'." "* oh my god." "THOUGH NOW THAT YOU MENTION IT, THOSE SOUND LIKE GOOD EXERCISES TOO! GOOD IDEA, SANS! WE'LL ADD THEM TO NEXT YEAR'S CALENDAR." "* is this your way of telling me you hate me? that you want me dead?" "NONSENSE! THESE ARE EXERCISES IN RESTRAINT AND FORTITUDE! AND I'VE BEEN TELLING YOU FOR YEARS THAT YOU COULD USE MORE EXERCISE. THINK OF HOW MUCH MORE ENERGY YOU'LL HAVE BY THE END OF THIS!" "* yeah, sure, use my dust for a pre-workout shake." "DON'T BE SO DRAMATIC! NOW, YOU DID HAVE A POINT. IT WOULD BE MUCH MORE EFFICIENT TO GET BOTH OF US DONE AT ONCE." And thus Papyrus's own schedule to power through the day's quota becomes Sans's. Even if he won't wake up, Papyrus is on top of him bright and early jerking both their cocks off with one hand. When Sans doesn't have the energy to shortcut back home during breaks, there's a dual colored mess left dripping from the bottom of his post that he also doesn't have the energy to clean. True to his word, Papyrus paces them well enough through the days that it's not too horrible--at least until the final stretch. He was able to will himself through at least a little bit of his days off that he didn't share with Papyrus, but he can't muster the interest, energy, or magic to even form anything on his own now. So Papyrus works them overtime during his own breaks, invading and forcing at least a more crudely shaped phallus to manifest. He didn't even know that was possible--someone else forcing it, or the shape degrading. It's only their shared days off that Papyrus's pacing strategy has any effect. By day 28, he's pretty sure he's leaked more from his eye sockets with each session than anything his dick could possibly offer at this point. Even after being together for a few years, he's still amazed at how Papyrus just gets up and bounds away in a straight line like nothing happened after coming three times in a row during just one of their breaks--meanwhile Sans literally needs a nap so bad that he doesn't have a choice in the matter. By day 29, he's begging to stop. He's empty. Both of them still in hand, Papyrus tuts, "OF COURSE YOU'RE EMPTY. THEY'VE BEEN DRY BEFORE THE HALF-WAY POINT FOR OVER A WEEK NOW. THAT'S NOT NEW." "* how are you even keeping track then?!" "I'VE BEEN ACCURATE, HAVEN'T I?" Sans sobs as he nods. Even with nothing coming out, Papyrus has perfectly marked each one on that stupid itinerary as it happens. "THEN THERE'S NO PROBLEM! IT'S ONLY TWO MORE DAYS. I HAVE FAITH IN YOU!" He passes out before the last five of the day can be wrung from him, but he's sure Papyrus still managed to manipulate his body somehow.
December 30, 2024 at 3:08 AM
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50th time's the charm. I was sick and forgot I had this one for December as well. Feels a little belated now.
#fontcest #papysans 🧡💙

This isn't The December one I was talking about though. Hopefully remember to post that tomorrow or something, I don't know.
Sans being a little shit about mistletoe at parties. Always smoothly catching Papyrus under it 'cause he knows it's frustrating him to have to keep kissing his forehead. It won't happen, but Sans does fantasize about finally breaking Papyrus's resolve and getting him to slam his back into the doorway to stake his claim in front of everyone. And when they get home, Papyrus dragging him into the doorway to their kitchen where he's also hung mistletoe, as if he needs that excuse to ravage him. (Or maybe during the party, Papyrus eventually snaps and just bites Sans's hand. And when asked what the heck he's doing, "THIS IS HOW SOME ANIMALS KISS. DON'T BE SO JUDGMENTAL.")
December 28, 2024 at 11:17 PM
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Alright I promised a thing for November so I guess I gotta.
#fontcest 🧡💙
Papyrus hears about and decides that they must participate in No Nut November. He padlocks the pistachios. Too many nuts have already been had by the time he realizes that's the wrong nut. The next year, he goes all out. Changes his entire wardrobe for the month to "BE LESS TEMPTUOUS". (It doesn't work. His dorkish charm shines through literally anything.) Sans would probably give in like 2 weeks in. Try to start something. Be as appealing as possible. Maybe even do some housework (he's found it's actually a pretty good way to get Papyrus in the mood). He drapes himself dramatically over Papyrus's desk, clad in the most ridiculous 'lingerie' he could find (probably just gag boxer shorts). But no! Papyrus's control is absolute! He has decided to participate in this month of abstinence, and a month it shall be! He sweeps Sans off the desk to continue drawing out a new trap design. Sans would probably try to masturbate after that, but Papyrus has also become the wank police. He's been doing regular inspections! And once he catches Sans in the act, he decides Sans can't be trusted to finish this challenge unsupervised and makes sure Sans is never alone. If he's not able to keep by Sans's side, he has someone fill in until he can. It's a good thing he basically doesn't sleep; he's caught Sans trying to sneak a rub at night both intentionally and unintentionally. ("WAKE UP!!! I EXPLICITLY FORBADE WET DREAMS!! I KNOW I TOLD YOU THIS!!!") Sans is a pent up mess by the end of it. At the stroke (ha) of midnight, he's on Papyrus, grinding and groping. Too bad Sans doesn't last long enough to actually finish getting their clothes off. But it's fine, he'll be good to go again in a bit and Papyrus hasn't minded before. And surely Papyrus is just as pent up under it all, right? ...
November 17, 2024 at 9:41 AM
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*sung to the tune of "Scoot the Burbs"*
Tag the fandom, tag the characters, tag the ship (not ONLY the characters involved! Tag the SHIP NAME!), tag the content!
TAG IT, TAG IT, TAAAGGGG ITTTTT
tag your shit tag your shit so those who want can all find it tag your shit tag your shit so the ones who don't will not be sick i don't know how i'll ever convince you i don't know how to fuckin conviiiince you to all just tag your shit tag your shit be kind rewind, don't be a drag and tag tag your shit tag your shit 'till the day i die, i'm gonna always nag don't tell me to avoid what makes me upset 'cause the mute list only works if you letttttt it so won't you tag your shit tag your shit tag your shit tag your shiiiiit
November 14, 2024 at 1:01 PM
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I tried to make it simple enough that even I could draw her, but I think I failed.

She bathes in easter egg dye.
A crudely drawn doodle of a skelesona. The same doodle but with design notes: Lilac bones Eye sockets are tilted squared Pink turtleneck + Leggings White bunny ear hoodie, hood up Hoodie strings have pink pompoms White mittens Lil' black shorts Black boots with fuzzy white trim
October 17, 2023 at 12:31 AM
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🤔

This hits different in a post Undertale world.
October 4, 2023 at 7:07 PM
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I'm just gonna.... rescue this post from xitter. And let it slip into my my own profile's Content™ feed. 🧡💙
Text post by @NaisKnives: “it won’t fit” “I’ll make it fit. you were made for me” but it's the bottom saying it
September 24, 2023 at 8:44 AM
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To be specific, right now, these are the words included and excluded.

I'll add more as I think of them/become aware of them.

You can always make your own feed to suit your own tastes too, just be sure to state what it's for so anyone looking to use it knows the differences between them.
September 22, 2023 at 9:26 AM
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Alright, time to test the waters with one of my best posts from xitter.

#fontcest #papysans (for visibility, not dynamic)

It was a little drabble-like thing written about this art:
twitter.com/BoneRut/stat...

🧡💙
Maybe it starts in separate rooms. One gets a little too loud while pleasuring themselves, though it's just wordless moans. The other follows, trying to excuse it as harmless because there's no interaction happening. Then they're too loud, too. It's mortifying, until there's an answering whimper. And then it's just something that they do when it's time to turn in for the night. Say their goodnights, roll over in their beds, and start pulling their cocks and groaning like they can't hear each-other. Then one night, after watching a movie together and the room is dark, neither moves to get off the couch and clean up. It's silent and tense. And then one, spurred on by who knows what courage, whips it out like a dare. Soul hammering, the other can only follow along. And then every movie night ends with them shamefully jerking off together. Clinging to the last thread of denial about what they're doing, what line they're crossing. Noises restrained more than when there's a wall between them, just in case it seems like they're enjoying it for *weird* reasons. Listening to the other closely because of course those noises are what fuel them during this. Not facing each-other, but sneaking glances at each-other's faces. Discreetly watching each-other's hands, memorizing what they like, or trying to sync up so they can pretend it's not their own hand working in their lap. Until eventually one can't contain the moan of the other's name. The thread snaps. They're not sure what gets to kiss each-other first, them or their cocks, but it's frantic, it's messy, it's *loud*, their hands get in the way of each-other in their desperate groping, caressing, stroking; awkwardly falling all over each-other and neither can decide if they want to crawl in the other's lap or pull them on to their own. When they're both dripping with combined blue and orange by the end of it, curled up together and unwilling to let go of one another, they wonder if they'll have to talk about it in the morning, or if they can pretend just a little longer that this is just something they do. Hoping that they can somehow avoid the dreaded awkward *communication* and just skip to it being normal. Just keep escalating wordlessly until they're not fucking but making love every night and kissing tenderly every morning. Saying "I love you" at their daily departures with entirely different, smitten tones that follow them to bed later. Normal. Perfectly normal.
September 19, 2023 at 11:54 PM