Feb 26, 2019
I enjoy detail work~
This boi hella tall and all the others are hella smol
Was fun <3
Buddy and Mal -> @malenchka
Sinny -> @onesinnerzerostandards
This will be finished....another day *sweats*
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I enjoy detail work~
This boi hella tall and all the others are hella smol
Was fun <3
Buddy and Mal -> @malenchka
Sinny -> @onesinnerzerostandards
This will be finished....another day *sweats*
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The Routine (18+)
**Author Note**
MafiaFell Sans x Reader
Word count: 7670 (....yeah, I went crazy, I’m sorry T-T)
This is part of the first prize from the raffle for the lovely @malenchka! :3 And yes, this is crazy long. >.> This is why I never bother to put a word limit on my one-shots - if I get too excited by a prompt, prepare for this madness. o.o
And dear ol’ Sansy actually turned out to be a hell of a lot less kinky than I expected him to turn out in this one. So it’s....pretty vanilla. But romantic as fuck. So have fun with that ;D
**End Note**
It all started at your workplace.
You’d never asked for any trouble – as a matter of fact, you made a point of avoiding anything of the sort; a tough thing to do in the dark city of Ebott, where various mafia families ran rampant and strip clubs littered every corner. But conflict had always frightened you; so you kept to yourself, kept your head down, and kept to your safe routine.
Or rather, a routine that used to be safe.
That fateful day had started well enough. You’d woken up at 6:30am sharp, got yourself dressed into suitable attire (thankfully an assistant shopkeeper’s uniform was as modest as they came – another thing you thought kept you relatively safe), did what little cleaning needed to be done around your tiny apartment (the best you could afford on your wage), and headed out for another work day. And you liked working at the little corner-shop – the old man who owned the place had always been extremely kindly towards you, even letting you take home any unsold produce at the end of the day. Plus the shop was as close as could be to where you lived; just across the road, in fact.
Sure, the routine got boring, but you were more than happy to put up with such things – it was better than the ‘excitement’ that young girls sought out when joining speakeasies as singers, only to be brutally killed off in the streets within the week. The only ones who seemed to survive walked a pretty fine line in terms of staying that way, ferrying information from mafia to mafia, spying on whoever paid them the most.
And of course, there was also the roaring prostitution trade, which came with the same dangers and more.
Yes, you were more than happy to live a meagre, boring life in exchange. But of course, good things often have a habit of being rather short lived.
~
“I’ve finished with the sweeping, Mr. Montgomery, sir.”
Your boss looked up sharply at your words, his expression decidedly startled, clearly having been shaken out of some sort of deep thought process. As a matter of fact, he’d been rather vague all day, jittery in his movements and uncharacteristically short with his costumers.
So of course, you’d kept out of his way, and worked as hard as you could in order to not make any mistakes – it was the least you could do, if it helped to keep his stress levels down.
“Y-y/n….what are you still doing h-here?”
You frown in confusion; you hadn’t stayed late, you were sure of it – you were always punctual, never straying from the routine that had helped to keep you safe.
“My shift doesn’t finish for another 10 minutes, sir. Are you feeling alright?”
He taps his fingers anxiously on the counter in front of him, letting out a hissing breath as his eyes darted to the door at the front of the shop.
“I’m fine. Listen, I’m gonna let you go home a little early, ok? But you’re gonna have to leave out back. Just….just go now, and go real quiet, ok?”
You gulp, the colour draining from your cheeks – you’d have to be completely ignorant not to know what such warnings meant in the city of Ebott.
“Oh no, sir….you….you don’t mean-”
“Wouldn’t be able to keep this lil’ place up and running for much longer if I didn’t. It’s….it’s not bad, as these deals go. They’ll keep the place going, and all I need to give is 10% of weekly profits, along with sanctuary to any members if….if they need it.”
A mafia. He’d actually been fool enough to make a deal with a Don.
You take a reflexive step back, eyes wide, tremors running through your legs; he knew, he knew how you felt about gangs, how scared you were, what happened to your family after your brother got in with the wrong group-
“Y/n….please, understand. Not only would I have been out of pocket, you would have had to find another job. I know...I know how you are-”
“Well, clearly you don’t! But you’re obviously quite aware that I can’t afford to quit, and-”
You cut yourself off, realising that you’d spoken out of turn – and to your boss, no less.
“Oh, sir, I’m so sorry-”
“Don’t worry about it, I understand completely – hell, I’d flip my shit and more if I were in your position. Look, just...just leave out back, like I said. Then after this evening, we can pretend that none of this ever happened. Everything’ll be the same as usual, ok? I won’t get you involved, y/n-”
His words are cut off abruptly by a hard rapping at the door; you both jump at the sound, eyes wide with alarm. He turns to you with panicked vigour, indicating for you to hide under the counter – so, feeling much like a cowering dog, you crawl between your boss’s legs and curl up in a shaking ball, dully noticing with some irritation that you hadn’t swept this particular corner as well as you’d previously assumed.
The rapping sounds once again at the door, and the safe cover of your boss’s legs is removed as he goes to answer, leaving you prone; you curl up all the more, hands held hard over your mouth in an effort to keep as silent as you could.
All the same, you feel your breathing hitch at the sound of the front door being opened, the little bell on the door-frame tinkling cheerfully as it did so.
“S-so sorry about that. I was just finishing t-the sweeping-”
“don’t worry ‘bout it, gramps. jus’ let me n’ the boys in, yeah? heh, pretty damn cold out here, don’t’cha think?”
“Oh! Oh yes, please, come right in.”
You hear a deep, rolling chuckle – clearly amused over how jittery your boss was being; you reflexively swallow as the sound of several footsteps entering the establishment surrounds you, clearly checking out the shop for anything untoward. But eventually, it seems that the Don’s men are satisfied – shockingly, they hadn’t even attempted to look under the counter for anything threatening. But you certainly don’t relax as a result, especially as you hear your boss start to bravely speak up.
“So, uh, I’m not exactly sure how this process-”
“don’t worry ‘bout it – we gotcha covered. now, all we gotta...”
The Don pauses for far too long. You bite your lip, wondering what was wrong – as something had to be wrong, for such a lengthy pause. You soon get your answer as the Don lets out another hearty chuckle, sending shivers up your spine.
“heh. ya didn’t mention that ya had mice.”
You brow furrows. You always cleaned the shop spotless, and to accuse the place of having a vermin problem was actually insulting to you.
“Um….I’m s-sorry?”
“mice. y’know. cute lil’ things, pretty shy. like to hide in places ya don’t always expect.”
You can’t help but jump at the hard rap on the surface of the counter above you, the Don’s laughter echoing from above.
“c’mon out lil’ mouse, i won’t eat ‘cha. not unless ya want me to, that is.”
Digging your fingernails hard into the palms of your hands, you do as he asks and crawl out from under the counter, keeping your eyes trained on your feet and floor beneath them as you stood up. You knew better than to refuse a mafia Don’s wishes, after all.
“there we go. boys, ya gettin’ sloppy – did ya even bother ta scan for other souls? i keep tellin’ ya, ya can’t jus’ trust ya eyes.”
“But boss, we-”
There’s an audible slap, making you flinch; you swore that if you dug your fingernails into your hands any harder that you’d start to draw blood. But one word stuck out for you – the mention of souls. That could only mean-
“ya what? practised real fuckin’ hard at being an idiot this morning, huh? ya lucky it’s me here, not ma brother – otherwise ya know he’d kill ya on the spot, right?”
“….yes boss.”
There’s a tense silence, and you desperately try to stop yourself from shaking; not that you were very successful in your endeavours. This was exactly what your routine existed for, after all – to avoid the mafia families as much as you could. And now, here you were, stood in front of a Don and his bodyguards, having been outed out of hiding from them. And worst of all, if your suspicions were correct, then this wasn’t an ordinary mafia your boss had decided to deal with.
There were two main mafia powers in the city of Ebott: the Stigma family, which dealt mainly in the drug and prostitution rings, as well as human trafficking – a group that even the most daring girls at the speakeasies did their best to avoid. And then there was the Osseous family, which preferred ownership of certain city sections, and the running of the vast majority of the speakeasies. And while this might sound mild in comparison to the Stigma, in your opinion they were far more dangerous, and judging from the body count left in their wake, you were more than right.
They were literal monsters in every sense.
And that really was quite literal, given that most of the group was composed of living, breathing monsters; you’d read stories of a time when humans and monsters used to live peacefully with one another – but after a horrific war, the world had settled into the tense balance of families struggling for power, land and respect. And while there were other monster mafia families in the city, the Osseous family was by far the most powerful, lead by three terrifying skeleton monsters, infamously known for their sadistic natures and ruthless killing.
You….you didn’t want to die.
My First Post on here is a lil gift for @malenchka of her version of mf! sans!!
Thanks for helping me for gaining the confidence to do self-ship type shit, and your art is the bomb.com!
My ‘sona in the mafia crew~ @malenchka
This beautiful picture right here is a collab that I did with the amazing @malenchka They colored it so frickin beautifully oh my god.
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Restraint (18+)
**Author Note**
Underfell Sans x Reader
Word count: 3993
So this is for the lovely @malenchka! Who thought some angsty/fluffy/smut would be fun. Which it is (at least, I think so).
ALSO MASSIVE SIZE DIFFERENCE. *wink wonk*
**End Note**
You sighed, allowing your head to hit the surface of the steering wheel with a dull thump as you stared up at the house.
You were late. Really late.
Of course, you hadn’t intended to be – far from it. But just as you were ending your shift at the usual time, a massive party of 12 had rolled in, demanding to be served; and your boss couldn’t possibly turn away the business. She’d been going through a really tough time recently – her young son was just coming out of hospital, and she’d been saddled with the bills; she didn’t have a choice in the matter. And you, being the sap that you were, couldn’t bring yourself to just leave her to deal with all that work – no, you stayed, and you were happy that you did.
But you knew that Sans wouldn’t be.
You grumbled, thumping your head again. Your relationship with the skeleton monster was still in the early stages, but you had to admit you’d moved a little faster than you usually would, considering you were already living with the guy. But you were happy – and you loved him, even though you hadn’t dared to admit that to him as of yet. You were still a little…intimidated. He was, like other monsters, pretty freakin’ huge – not just tall, but wide as well. Which was great, you know, if you wanted a hug. But when the guy got angry, you could see why other people got freaked out.
But you knew that deep down he was just an edgy marshmallow.
No, you were more intimidated by his flighty nature, more than anything else – it had taken him a long time to actually admit that he had feelings for you, after all; before that point, you’d actually assumed that he’d hated you (what an emotional roller-coaster that was, considering your more than obvious attempts at seducing him at the time). And you worried that, if you did gather up the gall to tell him that you loved him, he’d simply run away – he was a complicated guy, and just as emotionally constipated as his brother at times.
You sighed, looking over to the passenger seat which held the massive bag of Fellby’s that you’d picked up on the way home – you sincerely hoped that that, and the industrial sized bottle of mustard you’d also picked up, would be enough to suffice as an apology.
It was one of the things he was a stickler for – always freaked out if you were late to something, or if your routine changed just a touch, and you could understand why, even if it was annoying at times. Life in the Underground had been tough for all the monsters, some more than others; and as such, Sans had a few….trust issues. But you were working on it, and he was trying.
Gathering your courage, you grabbed the straining bag of food, stepping out of the car and power-walked up to the house, not wanting to waste yet more time.
Stepping into the house instantly set your nerves on edge; it was pitch black, save for the singular lamp that happened to still be on your coffee table. Gulping, you walked in, quietly closing the door behind you – perhaps he’d gone to bed?
Though you knew in your gut that was a pretty stupid assumption to make.
Letting out an anxious puff of air, you set the bag down on the coffee table, straining your eyes as you looked around you.
“….Sans? I’m….I’m home. I’m really sorry, I-”
You suddenly shriek as the main light turns on, revealing Sans lounging on the couch near-by, his eye-lights angry embers as he glared in your direction, baring his teeth. It was times like this that it struck you how big the guy was – you only just made it up to his vague stomach area, for heaven’s sake. And at the moment, he was taking full advantage of that size as he stretched across the couch, digging his clawed phalanges into your precious couch cushions.
All in all, he was like most monsters in regards to his fashion sense – he favoured wearing black and red, and nothing could be done to persuade him otherwise. He more or less lived in his usual clothing; not that you minded too much, as frankly, he looked damn good in it. He wore a thick-knit read sweater and black jacket, which had a heavy amount of faux fur on the collar (you’d once compared him to a startled cat because of it, which he took instant offence to). On the bottom half, he wore a long pair of basketball shorts (and you weren’t kidding when you said they were long – you once wore them as a dress amuse him; he’d laughed for hours), and a pair of worn to death red and black sneakers, which he refused to get rid of (apparently they were lucky). But what always caught your attention was his spiked, black leather collar and chain; he’d never quite explained why he wore it, but you couldn’t help the tightening in your loins whenever you happened to look at it a touch too long.
However, at this moment you instantly felt irked under his accusing stare – you’d stopped being intimidated by his size a long time ago. Besides, he was a midget compared to his brother.
“What? Were you just going to sit there in the darkness and stare at me?”
He growled, sitting up a little more as he glared at you.
“yer’ late.”
“Yeah. That was why I was apolo-”
“why are ya late?”
“….I was working. We had a huge party of people who suddenly-”
“ya got proof of that, doll?”
You scowled at his condescending tone.
“Yeah. You can ask my fucking boss if you don’t believe me – but honestly? I thought that you’d have some faith in me by now.”
He scoffed, pulling himself up to standing and lumbering over to look down at you while you held your ground, still glaring up at him.
“i don’t think ya quite get it, sweetheart.”
“No, I get it completely – you’re being a paranoid arsehole, and I’ve got to admit, I’m pretty sick of it.”
“….then why don’t ya jus’ leave.”
Now it was your turn to scoff – you’d seen this behaviour from him before, and you certainly weren’t buying it.
“You already know that I don’t want to.”
“do i?”
You narrowed your eyes, stepping closer to his gargantuan form to jab him hard in the stomach.
“Yes, you do. Why else are we standing here talking if I didn’t want to stay? Why would I have bothered to come home at all, hmm? I mean, hell, I even bought you Fellby’s. And a fuck ton of mustard. You’re welcome, by the way.”
He growled under his breath, leaning down a little more to your level.
“imma monster, sweetheart-”
“Yeah, I can see that.”
His mouth twitched as if he wanted to smile at your sass, but he was still too angry to cave quite yet.
“tha point is, why woulda wanna stay with a monster when ya could be off being normal with some other human, right?”
“I don’t want to be normal.”
He grumbled again, but froze up when you reached up and grabbed him hard by the collar, tugging him closer.
“….if being normal means I don’t get to be with you, I don’t ever want to be normal. You big idiot, when are you going to get that? For fuck sake, I lo-”
You cut yourself off, luckily. Could have made a bad situation a lot worse there, phew.
But he didn’t seem satisfied but that, narrowing his sockets as he suddenly picked you up by the thighs, standing up as he stared you hard in the face.
“...what were ya gonna say, kitten?”
“….not the point. The point is, you’re being a big paranoid dumb-ass, and there’s no point. Look, you know my boss is going through a tough time, and she couldn’t just turn them down-”
Sans groaned, pressing his forehead to yours, effectively silencing you.
“m’sorry. i know, i’m being stupid. you didn’t deserve me bein’ like that. but i jus’ -”
“I know. But I’m not like those other monsters and humans – I’m not here to use you. I’m here because I….I really care about you, you know? And I’m not going anywhere – even if you do look like an oversized Halloween decoration who shops at Hot Topic.”
He paused, before letting out a deep laugh that reverberated up through your thighs, finally allowing his face to fall into that smile that you’d fallen in love with.
“heh. sweetheart, i’ve got far more style than that.”
You instantly purred, leaning up to gently kiss the corner of his mouth.
“You certainly do. Now, are you going to stop being silly and eat some Fellby’s with me?”
He gulped, instantly freezing up at your contact – it was another problem you’d encountered with him. He was constantly terrified that he was going to break you; it’d taken him a good month to even hug you. And due to that, your sex life with him, well….hadn’t happened. The closest you’d come to kissing him was your little kisses to the corners of his mouth.
“Hey, look at me.”
He does, his flaming eye-lights boring into you with rapt attention, his claws digging sweetly into your thighs.
“You’re not going to break me. Look, you’re holding me up at the moment without crushing me, right? I’m fine, Sans – more than fine, in fact...”
You lean up once more, kissing a little more deliberately, allowing your tongue to come out just a touch to gently trace the edge of his mouth; he shuddered, his groan igniting a fire deep within you.
“k-kitten, ya d-don’t know what yer’ doin’-”
“Oh, but I do. Sans….please.”
He looked into your face, processing your begging expression, and gulping, his face instantly flaring up with a fiery blush.
“s-sweetheart...”
With a desperate groan, his mouth finally descends down upon yours, his claws palming your thighs as you sighed happily in return, reaching up to gently trace along his neck as he kissed you.
And you were shocked by gentle he was being, considering his incredibly sharp teeth – in fact, thinking about it, that was probably why he was being gentle. All the same, it made you shudder; he was being so slow, so gentle, so sweet….it made you squirm in place as he kissed you, as you ached to be closer – until you felt him start to draw away.
You couldn’t have that.
You deliberate licked him, long and hard; you felt his hands instantly still, going rigid. You smirked, repeating your lick; but you didn’t expect for him to lick back. Before you knew it, his tongue was wrapping around yours as he let out an animalistic groan, deepening the kiss as he explored your mouth. Your body reflexively arched at the sensations as you let out a quiet moan, spurning him on as he hesitantly nibbled on your bottom lip; you groaned, digging your fingernails into the surface of his neck, making him shudder and groan back, his kisses becoming more desperate as he allowed himself to finally succumb to his needs.
You’re not sure who broke the kiss, but eventually you found yourself panting, staring up at him as he stared down at you, his eye-lights burning as his chest heaved with clear restraint.
“fuck….kitten, y-ya so...”
“Perfect? Awesome in every way?”
He snorted, his grin widening.
“heh. nah, that kinda pales in comparison to ya – words can’t describe whatcha do to me.”
You blush – it wasn’t often that he’d have the confidence to break out the mushy lines, and you certainly didn’t complain when he did; they made your soul soar.
“Well, I-I….I’d like to….find out what I do to you. If you know what I mean.”
His smile fades as he stares down at you, his eye-lights smouldering.
“sweetheart, ya don’t know whatcha askin’.”
“Believe me, I do.”
“no, ya really don’t. doll, listen….i’m pretty….rough. and i don’t wanna-”
You growled, tugging hard on his collar as you glared up at him.
“I like it rough.”
He growled back at you, his expression desperate – but you knew you had to push harder.
“Sans. I want you to fuck me – and I want you to do it rough. Fuck, ever since I saw this stupid thing-”
You tugged his collar hard again for emphasis, drawing a gasp from him.
“-it’s all I’ve wanted. Please. I want you. I want you so bad-”
He groaned, his claws travelling up to your ass as he descended on your neck, kissing and nibbling, teeth scraping against your skin; you knew that he was testing your limits – you tugged on his collar harshly, body arching as you revelled in the attention.
“Harder.”
He moaned, biting into the flesh of your shoulder, leaving you gasping, clawing at his chest desperately at the sensation of pain and pleasure mixing together oh so sweetly. You sighed in ecstasy as he withdrew, watching your expressions hungrily, drinking in every last drop of your lust for him.
“...ya good?”
“More than.”
“….ya wanna continue this?”
You simply groaned, tugging hard at his collar in need, fingers scraping against the surface of his neck; he shuddered, receiving your answer loud and clear. Before you were even aware of what was happening, he’d teleported the two of you to your bedroom, and promptly ripped the clothes you were wearing off your body, throwing the rags over his shoulder as he looked down at you, burning eye-lights travelling every inch of your skin, leaving you to squirm under his gaze.
“….yer fuckin’ perfect.”
You blushed, starting to look away before your face is turned hard back to him, his gaze burning you with its intensity.
“no. ya only gonna look at me tonight, and me alone.”
You gulped, nodding your head as your body twitched, your wetness beginning to trickle down your thighs at his sudden dominance. He purred, smile stretching as he brought your body up to his, tongue tracing the bite mark he’d left earlier, making you shudder delicately in response.
“….everyone’s gonna see this, and know ya mine.”
You sighed needily, clutching at his shoulder as the rest of your body squirmed, desperate for contact.
“don’t worry kitten, i gotcha – you’ll get whatcha want.”
You groaned in impatience, twitching as he licked at your wound again, purring in the back of his throat.
“jus’ one thing, doll – i wanna know what ya were gonna say.”
You froze at that, kicking yourself for forgetting your slip-up; you knew Sans, knew that he didn’t forget details like that.
“...I don’t know what you mean.”
He chuckled low against the surface of your neck, exhale tickling across your skin.
“sure ya do. ‘sides, think i know what ya were gonna say.”
“….no, you don’t.”
“sure i do. ‘cause i was gonna say it first.”
You froze, eyes going wide as he withdrew from your neck, fixing you in place with his intense stare.
“….sweetheart, i know that i’m an ass sometimes, but….i love ya. i love ya more that i thought i’d be capable of lovin’ anyone. m’sorry i’m such a shit when it comes ta stuff, but i….i jus’ don’t wanna lose ya.”
“….I get that. But I….I need my freedom, y’know?”
“’course ya do, and i’d never give ya anythin’ less. sweetheart, i love ya so much. is...is that whatcha wanted to say?”
You gulped, biting your lip as you stared up at him.
“...yeah. That’s what I-”
You’re cut off by his happy whoop as he swooped back down on your lips, leaving you to giggle in response.
“fuck, i’m so fucking lucky to have you-”
“I love you, Sans.”
He froze, looking at you with such sudden adoration, you worried that your heart might explode; you’d never seen him act so….assured before.
“So...now that you know I love you, and I have a huge bite mark on my neck….are you going to get so worried when I run a little late?”
He growled, his grin stretching.
“sweetheart, i’m always gonna worry – big bad world out there, after all.”
“I’m big and bad myself, thank you.”
He snorted, lifting up one of your hands pointedly to emphasise how small it was in comparison to his.
“you’re ma sweet delicate kitten. i ain’t about to let cha get hurt.”
“Just because you’re big bad monster, doesn’t mean that I don’t have my own tricks up my sleeves.”
He grinned wider, teeth glinting in the muted light of the bedroom as his body loomed over yours.
“oh yeah? how d’you mean, doll?”
You grinned back, happy he’d given you the answer that you wanted – as you reached up, yanking his head down by the collar while simultaneously lifting up the rest of your body to quickly wrap your legs around him, grinding your body against his as you practically purred against his teeth.
“...you forget, even kittens have claws, Sans.”
He growled, deep and low, his grin growing dangerous as his eye-lights seemed to flare.
“well, how mean i’ve been neglecting ya like i have. ya sure showed me.”
His hands quickly grabbed your hips, forcing your body back down to the bed with ease as he licked his teeth, leering down at you; before heading straight back to your neck and biting down without warning over his original wound. You mouth opens in a silent scream as your body attempts to arch and squirm; but he holds you tight, claws digging into your skin as he chuckles, licking lazily at the bite as you shudder, gnawing your lip as you restrained yourself from begging for more. And it seemed he knew of your wishes as he gently traced his teeth down your body, lapping with that same almost lazy speed at your nipples – but there was nothing lazy about the harshness of his claws as he pinned you to the bed. You groaned as he steadily worked his way down your stomach, seemingly intent on tasting every inch of your skin, all while he stared up at you intensely, watching every reaction his ministrations had on you.
Suddenly, his lazy attitude went out the window as he all but yanked you legs apart, his tongue spreading the lips of your pussy apart with ease as he tasted you.
“Oh fuuuck….Sans...”
He smirked, switching back to his exaggerated slowness as he ate you out, seeming to revel in the way you squirmed and whined, your orgasm building inside you as if your insides had been replaced with embers.
“Sans...please...”
He chuckled, the sound reverberating against your pussy, making you let out yet another groan. But he didn’t make you beg any more – for in the next moment, your eyes shot wide open as his tongue started to worm it’s way inside you.
“Oh...oh fuuck!...”
And as simple as that, you came undone; he’d been teasing you for so long, you’d been wound so tight, and just the feeling of him filling you up…
“good girl. fuck sweetheart, yer’ so tight – heh, ready for the main course?”
He receives a wanton moan as a reply, his grin stretching wider as he started to pull off his clothes while you watched him hazily on the bed, your legs still twitching with the force of your previous orgasm.
But you couldn’t help your eyes widening at the size of him – if you’d thought his tongue was big….
“don’t cha worry, kitten. i’m gonna make ya feel so good.”
He leant down, gently kissing the side of your neck as he brushed your hair out of your face, burning eye-lights gazing down at you with such affection you felt yourself flushing almost instantly.
“...I know you will.”
He smirks, dipping his head and kissing you deeply – ensuring that you were completely relaxed and wanting as he lined himself up with your entrance; before gently starting to slide in.
You gasped, eyes wide as you felt yourself being filled far more that you’d ever experienced while he shushed you gently, kissing your neck so softly you shivered.
“yer’ doin’ so well, sweetheart….fuuuck, yer’ takin’ me so well...”
You moaned, your hips bucking in reflex to his words; which only shoved him in deeper. You both groaned at that; and before you could begin to recover, Sans grasped your hips and promptly hilted hard, grunting in ecstasy as he did so. But the expected pain never came – instead you were filled with such an insane amount of pleasure it brought a sob to your lips; you were so full, you were so full…
“shh, kitten, shh. yer’ so perfect, feel so good...”
You simply bucked your hips again, mewling in desperation.
“Please, please move, god, please, fuck me Sans!”
He snarled, his teeth bared as his claws dug into your hips, drawing himself almost out – before slamming back in hard. Doing it again. Then he was ramming into you with abandon, his eye-lights burning as he huffed, his gaze demanding that you only look at him.
Your hands clawed desperately against his ribs as he rutted into you, legs twitching as you felt that all too familiar coil begin to tighten inside you – which he seemed to notice as well.
“yer’...not allowed to cum…until i say, sweetheart.”
You whined, squirming your body against his in desperation, drawing a hiss from him as he fucked you ruthlessly – he growled at you for your lack of control.
“you want me ta stop?”
“No! No, please!”
“then ya gotta….fuckin’ wait.”
You bit your lip, brow furrowing as you desperately concentrated, which seemed to please him as he smirked down at you, ducking his head to lick at your wounds as he angled your hips upward – making you almost scream at how intense the new angle was.
“almost kitten…..almost...”
He grunted, his thrusts growing impossibly faster than before as dug his claws harshly into your hips, pulling your body hard down on his cock; your vision started to blur as you mewled, fighting your body’s urges as much as you were able – but you knew that he could feel you getting tighter around him as your muscles threatened to spasm.
“….cum for me, sweetheart.”
You screamed as your body exploded around you in the harshest pleasure you’d ever known, Sans swearing loudly above as he came at the same time, hot ropes of cum filling you to the point of spilling out around him as he spasmed inside you, hips jerking against your own to the point you knew you were going to have bruises to match your claw marks.
You both gasped for breath for a long time, locked together as you came off from your highs.
“….gods, yer’ so fuckin’ perfect.”
You giggled, still a little dazed as you looked into his eye-lights.
“See? Told you I like it rough.”
He snorted, kissing the top of your head as his body shook with laughter.
“...i love ya so much, sweetheart.”
You smiled warmly, before shuddering a little as he slowly pulled himself out of you, your body feeling horrifically empty in his absence.
“...heh, whoops. looks like we might need ta invest in new sheets.”
You groaned, mock glaring up at him.
“If I wasn’t so weak right now, I’d totally slap you.”
“nah, ya wouldn’t. know why?”
“...why?”
He chuckled, before carefully scooping you up and holding you to his chest, softly making his way out of the bedroom.
“’cause i’m tha guy that’s gonna run ya a bath, and feed ya fellby’s before tucking ya up in fresh sheets and sleepin’ with ya for tha week.”
“….I love you.”
He sniggered, pressing a kiss to the top of your head as he kicked open the door to the bathroom.
“love ya too, kitten.”
Here’s the comic section of the first prize for the raffle I held, for the lovely @malenchka! :3
She wanted some sweet fluff with Sans, so here it is. o//o
Hope that you like it! ^-^