#G sans x reader

[sonmorino]

After a difficult week, someone definitely needs a good rest

[teasnarker92]

Two story updates in one weekend? Let's go!

A bit more bonding time with G!Sans.

The Isekai Bride of Skeletons - Chapter 10 - TeaSnarker92 - Undertale (Video Game) [Archive of Our Own]

[iridescentxstars]

Hi hi, I'm excited to see what you do this kinktober. Looking to support a fellow dark and feral writer. So, if you may, my request are:

San, Fear Play & Size Difference

You go to a party with your friends on Halloween and spot a handsome guy, walking around, shirtless, covered in fake blood with a mask on. Little did you know that it isn't quite a costume…

Hopefully this sparks you, but more importantly, you have fun!

killer!san x fem!reader || prompt: you go to a party with your friends on halloween and spot a handsome guy, walking around, shirtless, covered in fake blood with a mask on. little did you know that it isn't a costume... || kinks: fear play, size difference, primal play, dirty talk || warnings: reader is short, predator/prey dynamics, not cnc but very borderline || wc: 1.4k

please remember this is all fictional. this work is NSFW and contains SMUT, if you are under 18+ DO NOT INTERACT

You had seen him the moment that he walked into the room, tall body somehow easily making its way from one side of the room to wherever he wanted to be. You didn’t know who he was but his presence definitely got a few people chatting at the party because his outfit has definitely become a quick favourite. 

The alcohol fuels you, makes you feel more confident as you were chosen to pick your suitor for the night. A fun game that your friends made up to play every Halloween – put your name in the hat if you want to play, names are chosen at random and those who are paired up can do as they please. Of course, not everyone is happy about their pickings but that’s the whole point of the game, to win or lose, to try something new and not every prize is what you asked for. Your hand shuffles the papers in the name and you pick one, a piece slightly sticky as you pull it out.

Blood.

Not that you or anyone else is aware of the fact that it is real, everyone is wearing fake blood and under the lights, who would know?

“San.” You call the name out, looking around the room until the handsome man everyone had been checking out steps forward, a smirk hidden beneath his mask as he eyes you up. He stalks towards you, standing before you as you tilt your head back to look up at him. “Wow-.”

Chuckling, low, deep, San leans down as he captures your chin between his thumb and index finger to make sure you maintain eye contact, “wow yourself, beautiful.” He says in such a way that has butterflies fluttering in your stomach. “Shall we get out of here?” You don’t even know if you could say no to him, something about his closeness having you under a spell because all that is running through your mind is how this man could ruin your life and you’d say thank you.

Oh, who is going to tell you?

You agreed to it, whatever game San said he wanted to play, something that matched the whole Halloween vibe. Killer and victim, something like that, lost in the woods without anyone to be able to save you – it’s the headline for tomorrow’s news but as dangerous as this could be, you want to try. You want to know what it’s like to run knowing you’ll be caught, not knowing what’ll happen after, not knowing what is running through his head as he watches his little mouse run from the beast she’s invited into her life.

Fear play, he explained it as he drove you to the park, a kink that gets him going and that would be perfect. “When else would you be able to play the victim like this, on the scariest day of the year?” Maybe it’s the alcohol running through your veins but you agreed.

When else would you do such a thing?

“Shoes off, little one, don’t want to lose those heels.” He holds you steadily as you take off your shoes and put them in the back seat of his car. “Fuck, you’re tiny.” You blush when you realise that without your heels on, you’re face to face with San’s pecs and with the fake blood splattered across chest and the mask he still wears – you realise that this man could be really dangerous. That thought sends a shiver down your spine and even if it’s pitch black around you, you’re sure that you saw a glint in San’s eyes when he registered that shiver as realisation rather than the cold.

“So-”

“Run.” He instructs, indicating with his chin for you to run towards the tree line, away from him, “as quickly as you can, little one. “I’ll give you a head start.”

“And if you catch me?”

You can tell by the way the mask moves that San’s grin is wide, maybe it’s better to not see it because it would be truly terrifying if you did. “If I catch you – you are mine.”

You don’t know how long you’ve been running. You don’t know where you are. You don’t know what is even going on anymore. All you know is that you are fucking terrified as you hear the sound of twigs breaking or bushes rustling every time you take a break to catch your breath. Your lungs are tightly pushing out as much air as they can, your breathing shallow and ragged as you lean against a tree to help you catch your breath. “San?” You call out into the dark nothingness around you, shivering as the thought of being stuck out here with God knows what becomes increasingly loud in your head.

Why did you do this? Oh right, because the really hot guy from the party asked you if you wanted to play a little game with him. That’s right.

You hear movement nearby and you startle, like a baby deer, and sprint in the opposite direction as tears prickle at the corner of your eyes. You don’t even register that he’s herding you, having you go in the direction that he wants, herding you towards a lovely little clearing where nobody will be able to hear you. Disturb you… disturb him.

“Fuck, fuck,” you say over and over as you feel a branch catch on your dress before it scratches your skin and snaps.

More noises, more movements, more rustles that have you rushing in a different direction as you frantically try to escape. You’ve forgotten that this was meant to be a game, something fun and different because now all you can think about is trying to find your way to safety – only for a large body to take you to the ground without any warning. You struggle against him, desperately trying to get away but his arms wrap around you tightly, keeping you from being able to move as he chuckles deeply at your fruitless attempts at escaping him.

His nose buries into your neck, inhaling your fear and sighing like it’s the most intoxicating scent he’s ever had the pleasure of knowing. “Do you remember what I said, little one?” You freeze in his hold, a moment of recognition processing in your mind as you settle in his hold, “ah, ah, don’t give in so easily.” He warns, almost sounding disappointed you snapped out of it quickly, “we don’t want this to finish early. I simply asked if you remember what I said.”

You try to break free, to no avail, as you nod your head and utter, “yes,” loud enough for San to hear.

Suddenly, his hold loosens and you are able to get away, scrambling to your feet and not looking behind you. Maybe he was trying to adjust his hold and you managed to succeed – not knowing it was a trick until he had you tripping over and falling onto the ground while his large hand is tightly wrapped around your ankle, pulling you back.

There’s that fear again, the fear of the prey, the fear of getting eaten by the big, bad wolf. A fear that mixes with something else as San presses himself against you and grapples with your body until you’re completely enveloped by him, your small body pressed against his. Pleasure. “I’m going to fuck you, little one. I’m going to fuck you right here, on the forest floor before starting this chase all over again. Fucking you every single time I catch you until day breaks. I’m going to have you dripping cum as you desperately try to get to freedom only for you to end up under me again, and again, and again.” Your whole body tingles as his words are spoken deeply in your ear, the promise sounding like a threat and you have no idea how to process it as it fuels both your fear and arousal. “Who knows when I’ll be done with you.” He grinds his hips against you and you know he’s going to rip you apart. “If you don’t want it, say it right now and I’ll stop, take you home and we will never think of this again – but if you don’t…” His hold on you tightens, “then get ready for a long night.”

Sanity begs for you to run away, to not fall into this dangerous hole with this man but sanity doesn’t run this ship, does it?

“That’s a good little pet,” San growls before letting you go and lifting your dress over your ass and moving your drenched panties to the side, “that’s a fucking good little pet indeed.”

[httpseungmxn]

The Club

Multi-fandom x Reader

🍰 - smutty

Authors note: Welcome in to my darkest desires fic. This is the smuttiest smut I have ever written in all my years of writing. It is rather short since I mentioned its a mini fic. I, however, will make sure that it has plenty for you all to enjoy. MINORS PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT!!!

Warnings: This is straight smut, no fluff or angst. PIV smut. Spit swapping. Slight cum eating. Panty snatching. Strangers to one-night-stand. Unprotected sex. (wrap it up irl)

Triggers: As far as I’m aware none. Alcohol mentioned.

The club was a dangerous place. That’s what you had come to realize. What made you think this?

Maybe the large hands gripping your ass tight as his dick drives deep into you. No man had ever made you feel this way before. No stranger had ever managed to seduce you into having sex with him in a random hall at the club before. It was only supposed to be a fun night out with your bestfriend just having a few drinks and doing some dancing.

You hadn’t even known him five minutes before you were weak in the knees and yearning for him. Only knowing his name and that he was accompanied by his own group of friends. One of his friends who had scooped your bestfriend up and took her home for the night. Not that you seemed to mind too much since it was obvious you were ending up in the same exact position as her.

Only difference was, you were in the club still barely hidden from people's eyes with your legs over his shoulders so he could get himself deeper in your hole. Though maybe that made things a little more exciting, the thought of getting caught being fucked by a stranger in a club. That would be a story to tell your friend when you saw her again.

Three drinks was all you had and they weren’t strong enough to get you drunk but you were clearly tipsy which made it feel like the pleasure was heightened. Your cheeks are a rosy color both from drinking and the heat you both were producing in the already hot club. As far as you could see his were as well. Staring at him for a moment to admire what you had managed to get with from just a little bit of grinding on the dance floor.

An unintentional moan suddenly left your lips as you hit your peak, gripping his shirt tightly to keep yourself grounded. His thrusts had begun to get sloppy and a few barely audible whimpers left his lips. God, those whimpers were a beautiful symphony to your ears that you would gladly listen to again. Your orgasm finally coming to its end managed to sober you up a bit, feeling a little bit of sensitivity as he continued to plow into you.

Pulling the handsome stranger in for a deep and wet kiss, your tongue pressing flat to his. Eating up all the sounds that left his lips as he came deep inside of your pretty little cunt. Milking him of his cum while pulling back from the kiss. Looking up to him again and feeling your heart fluttering at the dopey but charming smirk he was giving you.

“ round two at my place? “ 

Authors ending note: “round two at my place?” had me giggling like a little bitch 🤭🫣 All simping aside though, what did we think of this one? It was a bit longer than I really intended for it to be but I just couldn’t help myself, I got drawn into writing again. Let me know what you all thought of this and tell me in the comments if you want more!

[rightfulcutsiepie]

Hi

can you guys forgive me for neglecting you severely

here's more food, person in my metaphorical basement.

He always thought you knew him better than this. But when he saw your face crumble from one of determination into complete despair, he didn't really know how to feel. You surely had splinters and scrapes all on the bottom of your bare feet. Such soft and warm skin ruined for something as stupid as a failed escape attempt. It's hard to escape a house in the middle of the woods with the tightest twists and turns everywhere you look for the next 30 miles.

He wasn't playing when he said no one would find you. You were heaving, scrambling to leave once more, and he just watched you fail to escape, a pitied look on his face. He appeared magically in front of you again and you screamed in anger.

"Just let me go!! Please- I just- I can't be here anymore. No more...no more."

Your shouts turn into ugly slobs and slurring as you clench his pants, head hanging as you cry.

G Sans stares down at you as you break down. He didn't know much about humans. Always ignored them, kept his distance. The surface wasn't much of a home. At least, the humans didn't treat him like he was a part of what is supposed to be his home. But when he caught eye of you, he wanted to make it work. He wanted to talk to you. He wanted to be near you. So he took you. It didn't seem like anyone would come find you, anyways. They'd ignore your existence like they did his.

But he didn't know a thing about comfort. Feeding you, bathing you every day, doing your hair. You were a high maintenance species and he's learning that the hard way. But for you, he would deal with it just to find the way to treat you the way you needed to be treated. Even if it means finding you outside trying to leave him again. He loves you.

Today, he learned that not only do you need your hair tamed every day, fed 3 times a day, bathed at least once a day, have your teeth brushed twice a day, and go through whatever tasks you want to in order to busy yourself. But you also need social interactions to remain sane. Or at least that's what you say. But he knows that you're kind of saying that to find a way to be released back with the rest of society. But you've already been kidnapped and he doesn't need you spilling crucial information for how you met him in the first place. So, for the first time, he told you no.

"You're a fuckin' handful, sweetheart." G's voice was deep and gravely. It made you sick to your stomach every time he spoke. Haunts your dreams and fucks up your morning when he wakes you for breakfast. He pulls his pack of cigarettes out and picks out his second stick of the day, lighting it. It was pitch black in the woods, so the lighter accentuated his facial features when he flicked it to life. Smoke rose from the end of the stick and he put away the lighter, inhaling what couldn't hurt him before exhaling.

He teleports the both of you to his large bathroom and starts the faucet, hot water shooting out into the tub. "What soap do you want today? Mint? Lavender?" He digs through the cabinet under the sink and pulls out a few for you to choose from. When he turns, you're there on the ground, staring out into space, ignoring him. You looked shitty.

"Lavender it is." He pours the soap into the water, the light scent wafting throughout the bathroom. When he puts it away, he grabs a towel for you and walks over to you. It was only then, that you smack away his hands when he reaches down to help you stand. "Don't FUCKING touch me." G sighs and kneels down to talk to you. "Honey, I'm just trying to help. You look like shit and I know your feet hurt, so just let me take care of you, okay?"

He ignores the tears welling up in your eyes and brings you to your feet. He softly tells you to get undressed and you do. When you step into the tub, G has already turned the faucet off and your muscles relax at the heat surrounding you. G gets rid of the cigarette before starting to wash you.

He gently gets rid of the dirt and grime on your body for the next thirty minutes. It's until he dresses you and brings you to bed that you realize that you can never escape him. The house he owns his humongous, hard to navigate without him, you can't cook anything with the ingredients he has, but he somehow can. And you certainly can't escape. It's over for you and don't even wait until he leaves the room to start crying.

G wipes the falling tear, his cold boney hand making contact with your soft skin again. He can never get over the beautiful feeling. "What's wrong?" You stare up into his yellow eyes that reside in his dark sockets for the first time today. You sniffle, lip wobbling as you clutch your blankets. "What's with all this crying?" You and him both know the answer to that.

"Please let me go home." Your voice sounds dejected. Soft and waning. G coos at you. "You know I can't do that, baby. I'm sorry. I'm trying my best to take care of you here. This is your home."

[arn359]

Got a sequel for this post 🥃🍂🍯

(It supposed to have more tension but my sona won’t cooperate 😔)

[ghostiidasponk]

GNSUFGHHHHH BATHYUB MERMAID AZUL HAS MY BRAIIIINNNNNNN

brainrot below the cut but HEAR ME OUT

tw: non graphic body dysmorphia, angst, VERY DARK

I will embrace

Embrace your membranes, your bones

And keep you cool

Then, I will squeeze out

Squeeze out your evil, your grim and your woe

Transform myself

Once and for all

Sink into the tub

Reborn, Reform, Twist my legs to one and mind to none.

Tell me, tell me,

What do you see In the mirror that's covered in chalky steam

Touch me, touch me, Kiss me to sleep

So I can breathe

Cut me open and give me gills

^^^ OK SO HEAR ME OUT BUT LIKE

something something MC finds Azul (merform) on the beach (NRC isnt a thing in this au LET IT HAPPEN), crying because he constantly gets bullied by mermaids/ hates himself a lot- but then MC finds him so captivating (because omg OCTOMER?1!1?1?) and decides to take Azul home and keep him in his bathtub (IM STILL WORKIMG THAT PART OUT) but Azul still ignores Yuu because he's still thinking about those mermaids, he's still thinking about the harsh words, still wants to be accepted by them

but Yuu loves Azul so much, so much that they even start changing themselves *physically* for him, looking for mermaid scales to stick to their body, twisting their two legs into one to make a mermaid tail- because maybe when they're finally a mermaid- a mermaid that recognizes Azul and accepts him for who he is, then maybe they could finally, *finally* have that taste of a love they oh so desperately longed from him.

and that's when Azul finally recognizes just how much Yuu loves him- that they're even willing to change in horrifying, self destructive ways that he sees that the more Yuu's infatuation grows for him, the more his mind spirals into madness- and Azul can't help but love Yuu because 'oh my god you're destroying youtself for me that's so sweet and concerning.'

And I know Azul would probably like,,, make a contract or something to turn Yuu into a mermaid but BUT FOR THE SAKE OF THE SONG PSLSPSLPSLSPSSL LETS PRETEND ANOYHER SCENARIO

With tweezers and nippers, Trim off my fins

And forever I'll be yours

I won't fight or make you cry

Whatever you need, Whenever you need

I'll be by your side

And then I gave you my eyes, To see all the colours

And then I gave you my ears, To hear all the sirens

And then I gave you my heart, To fill in the emptiness in your chest

And then I gave you my brain, So that you can learn to love

That's right baby, as the lyrics suggest Azul starts giving Yuu his ACTUAL body parts to get them closer and closer to being a mermaid- wanting to help Yuu reach their goal, as sick as it is

Tell me tell me, What do you see

In the water that's clinging onto my skin

Cut me cut me

Please make it deep

If I'm covered in scars, Will you look at me

Kiss me kiss me, Don't leave me be

I'm a bathtub mermaid, I cannot swim but only sing

Just pull the plug

Flush down all your memories

Into the sea

At the end of it all, Azul begs for Yuu to forget about him, to go back to living the life before they met Azul, before they started ruining themselves, before they descended into madness, when they were still happy, a self-sacrifice for a self-sacrifice.

haha anyway yeah thanks for listening to my ted talk good night folks. Very scuffed very last minute- but if you wanna sing to the song it's 'Bathtub Mermaid' by Mili :3c

this entire thing was inspired by a song interpretation I found online- I'm gonna look for the link and post it here mwehehe

[359-wrsth]

A new fic has been posted!

Still no English version tho…

(hope your translator is doing good) also it’s smut and idk what English words to use for these things in smut, that’s why I didn’t translate.

This fic actually is one of my long fics’s chapters but this long fic have to be on hiatus and i don’t want this chapter to just sit there in my docs. So here it is.

[captain-orphic-al]

I swear your honor. I was just minding my business, then I blacked out only to come back to my senses to find two tall skeletons surrounding the player. I had no part in it

[citrus-rhyme]

*You two stayed up till dawn talking about each others troubles.

Nothings more sweeter than trauma bonding.

[sonmorino]

You are so soft Doll, how can I resist hugging you?

[teasnarker92]

I had a bit of writer's block on my story - Isekai Bride of Skeletons. But hey, our reader finally gets to meet Undyne and Frisk!

The Isekai Bride of Skeletons - Chapter 11 - TeaSnarker92 - Undertale (Video Game) [Archive of Our Own]

[meeludrawz]

SO as a content creator, I'm SUPPOSED to post content right? Well, apparently not, I mostly reblog lmao NOT MY FAULT IF EVERYONE IS SO TALENTED AIGHT, I GOTTA SHARE WITH THE WORLD :D

ANYWHO Fic updates: Literally falling for you (Undertale x Reader) -> Link

After you spend 6 months in China for your job, you come back to "Ebott City and live with Sans and his roommates. You didn't get the time to meet them and you've already tripped on one of them and fell down the stairs. Crap, guess your leg is broken. Aaaaaand Ink appeared out of nowhere with three orphan baby skeletons (Soulmate au where your soulmates are Red, Sans, Blue, Fresh, Cross and G Edge, Stretch and Papyrus have their own soulmate, which is NOT YOU)

Chapter 11, if life doesn't get too busy, will be posted THIS WEEK :D ----------------------------------------------------------------

Unexpected attraction (FNAF Sun & Moon x Reader) -> Link

Three years ago, you entered and lost a competition to design a new and original animatronic design. Now, after moving on with your life, you see the fruits of your labor on a news announcement for Fazbear Entertainment's newest animatronic.

I started the 2nd chapter, so it should be posted THIS MONTH ^^

I'll keep y'all updated!

[iridescentxstars]

Roommates!AU + There are no such things as monsters in your closet, that's what's always been told to you but how do they explain the eyes that watch you as you touch yourself? Or why you can't seem to stop doing it? + Voyeurism/Exbitionism

San and I'm done

roommate!san x fem!reader || prompt: there are no such things as monsters in your closet, that's what's always been told to you but how do they explain the eyes that watch you as you touch yourself? or why you can't seem to stop doing it? || kinks: voyeurism/exhibitionism || wc: 880~

please remember this is all fictional. this work is NSFW and contains SMUT, if you are under 18+ DO NOT INTERACT

How do you explain the eyes that watch you from your closet? 

A figment of your imagination that comes out to play as your fingers trace down your abdomen and under your soaked panties. 

A fantasy of being watched that you’ve never told anyone but you’ve imagined so many times that the interested stare that’s hidden in the darkness starts to feel real as your other hand grips your breast, massaging the flesh.

It slowly stops being about the eyes, the feeling of being watched as you masturbate and starts being about why you can’t stop doing it. It’s about why you are addicted to the thought that someone is touching themselves, mimicking you and wanting nothing more to know what it’s like to feel your cunt grip their fingers as you come. It’s about why you desperately wish it’s your roommate who is sneaking into your room while you shower and listens to you moan his name while you fuck yourself silly with a dildo that could not match his size.

You’d know, you’ve seen it.

“Please,” you tilt your head back, angling your hips as you chase another orgasm, needing to come twice before feeling sated but as it approaches – it fades. “Please, please, fuck–” You whine, wrist aching from going at it for too long but no matter how much you try, no matter how hard you slam your thick, ribbed dildo into your needy hole – it doesn’t work.

Groaning, you toss the toy across the room, it lands by your closet door while you pull a pillow over your head and scream into it out of frustration. You’ve been struggling lately to get off, like you are needing something but you can’t quite get it and while you usually have no problem imagining exactly what you want… it’s not enough. You need more – you need real.

Sitting up, you look over at your door and call out San’s name, the man not responding despite the fact that you know he’s home. You had heard him in the kitchen earlier and it’s still too early for him to sleep so maybe he didn’t hear you? Climbing out of your bed, you are about to go and search for him when your closet door creaks slightly and you look over at it, noticing the toy now missing. A giggle almost escapes you, “San? Are you hiding in my closet?” You step closer, reaching for the door, “were you enjoying yourself, watching me struggle?” The closet door does budge as you try to open it and you wonder if he’s pulling it from the other side. After a little while, you decide to play along with his game.

If he wants to play monster in the closet, okay then, let's play.

“Can you give my toy back, please?” You pout, whining softly as you stand in front of the crack so that he can get a good look at you. “If you’re not going to give it back then at least give something to replace it.” There’s no response, not immediately, and you start to get annoyed with the games. You’re horny and in desperate need of release and either San is going to make a move after spying on you for weeks or he can get out and leave you be. “Sa-” The door opens wider, the darkness keeping you from being able to see anything inside it before he reaches and pulls you inside. Your front is pressed against the walls as the door is closed and you realise that he’s moved all your clothes to the side to free up the back of the closet.

Why can you feel yourself getting wetter at the idea of San having planned this out?

Fingers glide through your slit, gathering enough slick before easily slipping inside you and working you up so easily. You should be embarrassed at how quickly you can feel your orgasm building but considering you’ve imagined this exact scene – it’s a given. He’s quickly working his fingers in and out of your soaked cunt, the small space growing hotter, the sound of how wet you echoes around and you can smell sex in the air as you drip down his wrist.

“Fuck,” you moan, raising your hips higher to try and have him deeper, that sweet spot being toyed with while you keep yourself steady to not lose this rhythm, “San… don’t stop, right there. Please…” Oh fuck, you can feel it, spreading from the tips of your toes as he curls his fingers and hits your g-spot. Over, and over, and over again until it becomes too much to take.

“Hey!” You shoot up, drenched in sweat with a familiar ache between your legs while San leans against your door frame, smirking in amusement. “You feeling okay? You were calling my name earlier so I came and checked…” His eyes land on the toy laying next to you, coated in your essence while your cheeks burn as you realise that everything was a dream. “Seems you must have dreamed about me.”

Oh, you’ll never be able to look him in the eyes again.

“Next time, just ask, hm?” He says before winking and walking off, leaving you reeling and trying to process what just happened.

[sharkie-ds]

🔅First crush🔅

🔅 G sans : so I was your first crush ?

🦈D: shut up G