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So... me and @llamagoddessofficial have been cooking up an au for a while... let me show you our hmf!Sans :> (Horror Mafiafell Sans)
You're a waitress working at a bar/restaurant, and a certain skeleton has been coming back again and again. You can't help but wonder... why?
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“He’s all yours, babe.”
You look up from notes on the wall. You’d like to ask ‘who?’ but both you and Lisa know there was no use. You already knew who it was. You didn’t even have to look out the circular window to check. You just stare at Lisa helplessly.
“Really?�� You try, “can’t you just… a bit longer?”
Your words come out a perfect mess. Lisa understands anyway.
“Look… I don’t know how to tell you this (Y/n),” She puts a hand on her hip, “you know I can’t go back out there to him.”
“But…!”
You bite your lip. You know she’s telling the truth. You wish you could tell her to suck it up and go back there, no matter how scared she was but… you’re not taking chances with the current patron sitting in the corner of the bar. No one would.
For Lisa’s… and everyone’s sake, you’re not going to see what he might do if you sent her out to tell him that you won’t be serving him tonight.
You sigh, and take a peek through the window. Though elusive nowadays, it was unmistakable who the man- the skeleton in question was.
Sans was built like a tank, his form hunched over the table. Even sitting on the wide, plush red sofa, he looked like a giant, dwarfing the table and chairs like they were playsets. Monsters were already bigger than humans in general but him… he grew bigger than he used to- at least from what you’ve heard. Not like you knew the mob boss years and years ago before he got his infamous skull injury, and the blown eye in his left socket that was soaked in the blood of those who had crossed him. His mouth was set in a frown, filled with razor sharp teeth- one of which was golden.
The same scary face you saw shrouded in shadows in the alleyway, a sharp bone gripped in his large hand, dripping red.
You fled that night, not quite believing what you’d saw. That you’d just saw a skeleton kill a guy in the back of the restaurant? That it was the mob boss Sans?! He didn’t chase you then, and you hoped that’d be the end of it but then… he showed up to the bar as a patron one night.
You were almost certain then, that he had come to kill you. Especially when your dear friend Lisa had so helpfully told you that he’d asked for you in particular.
“her…” his bony finger had pointed at you. She DID tried to save you, to err on mistake- which one did you mean sir?
But every time you moved, his phalange followed. There was no mistaking who he was asking for.
You remember her panicked voice.
“He asked for you! Specifically!”
“W… huh? Why’d he ask for me? Can… are you sure-”
“YES! And I don’t know WHY!”
As reluctant as you were, you still went to serve him. You asked for his order while your grip on your pencil and notepad got slippery as your palms got sweaty. He took his time ordering, perusing through the menu with great attention, while you were praying that your legs didn’t looks as shaky as they felt. You’d never rush him, of course, even if you hadn’t seen him towering over a dead body.
You took his order, served it (stuttering), and… then he left.
… And came back. Again, and again. Every time, he’d ask for you to serve him. He always stares when you weren’t at his table (and actually, when you were at his table too). You could feel that red eye staring a hole into your back from behind. It was unnerving.
It’s a wonder why a man of his infamy would choose a bar like this. You’ve seen your fair share of criminals in this job- it was an alright-sized bar, and not exactly in the best place in town. You’ve learnt to turn the other cheek whenever they were around (and you were sure you didn’t realize just how many of the patrons were gangsters), pretend you were blind to their… occupation.
None of them had been as scary as Sans, though. In fact, his presence alone was enough to drive away most petty criminals.
This place was nothing special. It’s a wonder why he’d choose this place out of all places, especially for a guy who doesn’t like being seen much.
… Ok, that was a lie. Everyone working knew that he was here for you. But that didn’t explain the why.
It was clear to you now that he wasn’t coming here to kill you for witnessing… what you witnessed (Why was a man like Sans doing in that nothing alleyway anyway?). But if not for that then… why did he keep coming, to keep asking for you? Maybe he had… business around here and he liked the place enough to keep coming?
Whatever it was, he was here for a reason and you just… don’t get it.
You don’t get why he wants you to be the one serving him every time he was around, but you did anyway. It’s been a couple of nights now, but you can’t say you’ve become less nervous over time.
After a small inner pep talk to yourself and wringing your hands, you push open the door, walking into the dining area. There isn’t a lot of people inside, a common occurrence whenever Sans visited. Even if it had been busy before, some people would hurriedly finish up whatever they were doing, paying all at once and leaving. You’ve even seen someone stop before finishing their meal. The rest that stayed sat uncomfortably, trying their best to ignore the menacing air that the skeleton brought with him everywhere he’d go.
It didn’t work, of course. A presence like that wasn’t you could easily ignore.
(You wish you could ignore him.)
You smile awkwardly as you walk to his table, setting his drink down. At least you had a little bit of your work cut out for you, with Lisa taking his drink order. His eye zeroed in on you as soon as he noticed you, and though you’ve been taught it’s rude to not make eye contact, with him it felt like looking him in the eye would be the wrong thing to do.
“Is there anything else you’d like?” you ask, your voice sweet and soft as ever, hiding the sound of your beating heart.
He stares.
He always stares.
You see his pupil dilate a little, then he opens his mouth.
“want…”
Sans was a man of few words. He only said his order, and nothing else. It kept your meetings with him brief- even when it looked like he wanted to say something else, he wouldn’t.
This time, he spaces off for a moment, eye looking away from you. You watch his brows draw together, pinched as he concentrates on a thought. You wish you knew what he was thinking of, especially when his frown starts to peel back into a snarl, like he was angry.
You definitely weren’t expecting a hand around your waist, snatching you a second later.
You squeaked, notepad and pencil clattering to the floor, bumping against his sturdy chest. Everyone heard and turned to look, and as soon as they saw tiny you, sitting on the giant’s lap, practically all of them pointedly turned away. You wish they were still looking now- you were pleading with your eyes, help me I don’t think I’m supposed to be here!
He pushes you here and there, so that you’re sat more comfortably on his lap. Your mind goes blank, your body freezes. You could feel his chest expanding and contracting as he breathes. He sounds much calmer now that you were on his lap. Your breaths are shallow, and stop completely when you feel one arm wrap around your middle, like a restraint. His free hand raises, calling for Lisa, who you’ve just noticed is watching from the corner, clutching her apron, as clueless as you are. She approaches, trying to keep her eyes on the skeleton instead of you.
“... burgers.” he says, simply. She nods, and gives you a glance.
You furrow your brows, and you want to hiss Lisa help me! But as soon as she sees your expression she turns around, avoiding eye contact. You could almost hear her say sorry babe, can’t help you there!
You almost call out to her when a hand lands on your head. You go stiff, and after you take a quick peek at him, you look straight ahead. The monster’s phalanges start petting you, slowly, sinking into your hair, scratching your scalp. Sans let’s out a long breath, brushing your hair. A shiver runs down your neck.
… Well. I think I’ll be here for a while…
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Sitting on the lap of a giant skeleton was certainly an experience. You tried distracting yourself, but it was impossible when you could feel every time Sans breathed. There was nothing you could do but sit there, playing with your apron until it was a crumpled mess, sweating a puddle onto your uniform… and maybe onto Sans’ expensive suit. You couldn’t relax, even though taking away big scary skeleton aside, he was comfortable to sit on, and he was warm… and smelled of rain and embers of a dying cigar.
He ate carefully, always leaning forward (squishing you against his chest) when he took a bite of his burger, making sure the crumbs wouldn’t fall on the top of your head, wiping his hands and his mouth before he leaned back. You could feel him sighing, and since he was the only thing you could notice, it felt like this was the most relaxed he’s ever been while in the bar, his breathing slow. Apparently he really liked your hair, with how his claws kept carding through it, even while he was eating. When his hands were clean, he’d let his hands wander all over you- but nothing untoward. You could feel him tilting his skull forward to look at you, while he thumbed your cheek, and his other hand roamed around your waist and belly. Though you were nervous, you could feel when he rubbed your thigh that it didn’t feel particularly… heated.
He sighs, and you feel the pressure of his skull on the top of your head. It took everything in you not to hunch over and avoid it. You screw your eyes shut when you feel him turn his skull, and it felt like he was… rubbing his cheek on you? Like he was snuggling you? Is… is that what he’s doing?
You’re not sure and your nerves are too frayed to call it that.
He didn’t stop after he finished either, his plate clean. He was still there- and subsequently, you stayed sitting on his lap- even after they closed the bar. It was just him now. Your coworkers kept the lights on just for him, and even most of them have gone.
He’s leaning back on the cushions, and he brought both his arms around you to pull you plush against his chest, almost tucked into his neck. You wondered if this was what a teddy bear would feel like, being hugged.
The bartender was cleaning up in the kitchen. It was just you and him in the dining area.
You swallowed… wondering what he wants to do. It’s past closing, late at night, just the two of you, and his hands were still (gently) rubbing you. They haven’t gone anywhere private but- what if he wanted to? … What if he wasn’t here to kill you but.. wanted you to… you don’t know, service him or something? Did he have unsavory requests for you?
You think that thought might’ve scared you even more than the thought of him killing you.
You startle when he grunts eventually, like he’s addressing you. A giant hand cups your cheeks and against your will they turn pink. Even though you were frightened, even if his touches were unsexual they still felt… intimate.
You squeak for the second time that night when both his hands pick you up, and sets you down on the sofa. You feel a ball form in your throat when he stands up and turns to you, thoughts running with all sorts of ‘what-ifs’. He takes your hand, opening it up, and then…
And then he places a thick wad of cash in it.
“... thank you.” He says, quiet.
You stare at the stack of paper on top of your hand, blinking once, before turning to the skeleton, jumping in your seat.
He was gone, just like that.
He was always quiet, wasn’t he?
You sit there dumbfounded, for what felt like minutes, your lips parted, money still sitting innocently in your hand. You think no one can blame you when the only thing you said after you sat there in silence was a very emphatic “... Huh?”
#cw: blood#cw: murder#only mentioned though#the rest is... kinda soft hjsdf#hes just spooky#sans x reader#aka writing#hmf!sans#i know theres probably a lot of horror+mafia+fell out there jus#this is my (and llama's) rendition#heehe
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So I saw him and decided he's amazing. I'm not open to any opinions otherwise.
(here's the sketch I did in paper first)
It's to my understanding that
hmf!sans belongs to both @aka-indulgence and @llamagoddessofficial
#hmf!sans#hes#yes#ya know?#he has my heart#the captains art#hes baby#but in like#a murderous way#yea it was blue at first but it was bugging me so i fixed it#sans undertale#undertale#undertale au
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WAAAAAAA THERE’S SO MUCH GOLD HERE HHH
I LOVE HOW NERVOUS EVERYONE IS AROUND HIM DHSJKLFD
reader’s face constantly looking like she’s at the end of her wits
Him so big and chunky… I love the expressions he has when he’s looking/interacting with reader
Also Papyrus!!! Ah I’m so happy you included him ToT I love everything here thank you hhghf
horror mafiafell belongs to @aka-indulgence
i made these over the span of a few days, the idea of a mafiafell sans that fell from grace is so cool to me and i kinda went crazy ,,
#fanart#hmf!sans#i really enjoy including papyrus here hehe#the ‘SCARED OF WOMAN ->’ made me laugh#‘her’#he looks so happy when he’s with reader ToT#the art of him in the third picture 😳#(eats this art) thank you for the full course#'WHY IS IT SO FUCKING SMALL'#sans is so happy sbnfg
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#undertale#toriel#sans#alphys#papyrus#undyne#asgore#frisk#mettaton#toh amity#toh#meme#meme chart#a&hmf au
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I’d like to thank @llamagoddessofficial and @aka-indulgence for filling my maladaptive daydreams
Had to sketch my latest obsession- Horror Sans from aka-indulgence fic “Stay” and hmf!Sans by both mentioned above <3
#I blame y’all writers for my obsessions#I seriously cannot stop help me#how do I function as a normal society member#Horror still best boy#hmf sans#horrortale sans#my art
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AAAHHH YES SANS BEING SCARY AND CARING FOR YOU HEHEEH CANON!!
some more of @aka-indulgence's lovely HMF Sans... tw, a fight and some blood, but it's over pretty quickly.
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“E-erm... so... what can I get for you all?”
... You weren’t prepared for this. Nothing could ever prepare you for this. You hardly had the emotional capacity to serve one frightening mob guy, and he did little more than stare at you and order the same one thing every day.
Today? There were three other men at his table with him.
I didn’t sign up for this.
They were human, but they looked important- pretty damn important. Expensive cut suits, fine cigars in their mouths, they weren’t the usual rabble that stumbled into this bar. They looked like the kinds of people who would consider Sans their peer.
... Though notably, they sat across the table from him, none willing to sit close to the beast himself. It seemed like even those at Sans’ level of society were afraid of him.
You couldn’t blame them.
You had waited until they’d all stopped talking before you approached. You were terrified of being accused of eavesdropping on something you weren’t supposed to hear. Your hands shifted around your notepad, and you glanced at the skeleton... he was quietly tapping a claw against the table. For some reason, you couldn’t pin why, you were slightly comforted by the fact that Sans was far more frightening than any of the new men- though the human men certainly were intimidating none of them even came close to being as scary as the massive skeleton monster you’d been serving the past few days. He absolutely dwarfed them, both physically, and in terms of sheer presence. Like a tiger sitting at a table with a few alleycats.
(Would that make you a mouse, then?)
... Sans looked just as ‘pleased’ as you to have them there; you’d been around him enough to start recognising a few of his expressions, and the one he was wearing at that moment was a scowl sharp enough to cut glass, jagged and scarred face shadowed heavily by his hat. The whole time you’d been watching them, waiting for the right moment to come in and ask for their order, the human men had been exclusively the ones talking- Sans had barely moved from his slightly slouched position, and he hadn’t said a single word. He usually chose the seat closest to the wall, but today, he’d chosen the seat closest to the edge. You momentarily considered that he might want to be closer to you... but you disregarded the thought. It was probably because he wanted to leave.
“What an ugly bar, Sans. Why did you make us come here?” said the guy directly opposite Sans. You were half offended, half inclined to agree, it probably just wasn’t the kind of place he was used to visiting. “It’s out of the way, I’ll give you that. But it’s dark, and it stinks.”
... He turned to you. You didn’t like the way his moustache moved when he grinned at you. You could smell smoke on his breath, your hair prickled.
His voice was patronising. “Took yer damn time gettin’ over here. Get us a few beers, yeah, girl? And try to pick up the pace a little.”
He leaned over... and smacked your ass.
You barely had time for the disgust to hit you.
Sans reached across the table and slammed the guy’s head, face first, into the table’s surface. Full force. The slam was so loud you felt it in your chest, and the force of the impact sent the little ashtray flying and spitting cigarette butts into the air. You let out a tiny scream of terror and jumped back, dropping your notepad- the two other men at the table startled like spooked horses, the one sitting closest to the offending human swore loudly and moved in his seat like he wanted to jump up and run.
The man sat up, clutching his nose, blood trailing from between his fingers. You staggered away. But Sans wasn’t done, he stood, suddenly at his full height, looming over the human men like the goliath he was... his face was obscured by shadow, but you had never seen his eyelight that bright or small, constricted in total fury. He reached over again, grabbing the guy by the collar of his expensive shirt, dragging the struggling human up with him as he left the table.
He cleared the bar floor in a few moments, he walked like he was carrying little more than a bag of groceries; moving like he wasn’t thinking. He threw the guy up against the counter, grabbed a loose beer glass in his offhand, and crashed it hard around his head- glass shards sprayed out at all angles, showering the countertop. Everyone was watching Sans throw this guy around like a ragdoll.
...
Sans paused. He looked over his shoulder; his eyelight landed on you. Your back was against a table, hands twisted in your apron in fear. When he looked at you, you flinched.
...
He exhaled sharply through his nasal cavity. He turned back to the battered, bleeding human- but now, something was missing from his massive body. You didn’t know what it was. He unceremoniously dragged the guy away from the counter, to the doorway.
... Sans kicked open the door, and literally threw him out. Lobbing the human out into the street, as if just tossing the trash. The miniscule amount of effort he needed to (one-handedly) toss a fully grown man a significant distance was a terrifying visual testament to the strength the whole bar had just witnessed.
Turning around, he probably knew the everyone’s eyes were on him. The total silence said everything. But he didn’t seem to care... he made his way back to the table, passing you wordlessly.
He sat heavily into his seat.
...
He wouldn’t make eye contact with you. He suddenly looked like a child, caught in a lie, hunched and avoidant.
...
You didn’t know what to say.
...
One of the two men shuffled in his seat. You glanced over at him- looked at you, and spoke.
“I’ll, uhm... just get a water. Please.” He said, quietly. “ ...Miss.”
...
“S-sure. I’ll... get that for you now.” You said.
#sans:#you: *get your ass smacked by some rando*#sans: **violence**#hmf!sans#fanart#fanfiction#EATS THIS
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... Oh wait Sans ain't here-
A: Oh Yeah. Where is Sans?
P: OH THATS RIGHT I FORGOT ABOUT THAT LAZYBONES. HES PROBABLY SLEEPING AS USUAL-
S: heya.
A: PUNCLE SANS!
P: OH SANS YOU’RE ACTUALLY HERE FOR ONCE.
S: sup bro. I heard about this. So I decided to join you guys on it, so people who follow this can finally ask me. Just make sure you don’t “tumblr” Over.
A: *giggles*
P: Oh god…
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HorrorMafiaFell (HMF) Sans belongs to @aka-indulgence
#undertale au#hmf sans#au sans#i couldnt sleep last night/this morning#so i doodled this man#being a goober#give pretty man flower (❤´艸`❤)#ty big boi for helping me to figure out how to draw big men#skelekins art#threw some quick color on it and wow really jazzes up the sketches
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Some hmf!doodles hehe
#couldnt decide where his crack should be jdsnjced#Aka doodle#hmf!sans#smol human he loves very much…#aka doodles
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WOWOOAWAAAOOO!!!!
i have a lot of thoughts about him @aka-indulgence @llamagoddessofficial
i blame you two for my brainrot
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intern (ot8) [volume three]
pairing: free use intern!reader x office workers!ateez
preview: getting this type of job feels so wrong. but you need money and hey, they're all hot.
tags/warnings: fem!reader, free use, perv!ateez, monster cocks for all of ateez i fear, it's pretty much all dom!ateez but woosan do like to beg to cum so do with that what you will, ties as restraints, hair pulling, spit kink, spanking (with hands and belts), degrading, praise, pet names (slut, whore, cumdump, doll, baby, princess), throat/stomach bulge, sometimes it's one at a time and sometimes it's five, voyeurism, hand jobs, oral (f+m receiving), vibrator torture, crying, anal, two cocks in one hole who cheered, so many creampies [these are general tags for all parts, not all of these will be in every part]
trigger warnings: if i forgot tags, don't kill me
wc: 3.0k
song recs for this fic: moonstruck by enhypen
a/n: woosan girlies be gentle when knocking my door down
previous - next
san carries you out of the lunch room, strutting straight over to your desk. he acts like your weight is nothing more than that of a cat who has decided to sit on his shoulder. he plops you down onto your comfy office chair (the one you had yet to sit in) and you land with a small “hmf.” you look up at san as he admires you, running his tongue over his teeth. wooyoung appears suddenly behind you, basically breathing down your neck. “don’t get too comfy, princess. i think san has something fun planned for you,” he looks up at san with a mischievous look, lust dripping from his smile.
you have gone through so many different positions in one day that honestly, nothing would surprise you anymore. well, except the fact that you’re learning right now that your chair reclines all the way back like a bed. san drops to his knees and places your legs on his shoulders. he shoves your skirt up so it rests on your waist all bunched up. wooyoung grabs your chin and forces you to look at him towering over you. “sannie is gonna eat your pretty pussy until you can’t remember what day it is. i’m gonna fill your tight throat to the brim until you forget your name. how does that sound?” you don’t even know how to respond to such dirty words leaving such a pretty mouth.
“your speechlessness is full of excitement, so i’m gonna just assume you’re dripping right now. is that about right, san?” wooyoung asks, leaning over to try and catch a glimpse of your sopping core. san groans, drinking in the way that your body twitches. “i’ll take that as a yes. do you wanna know what else we’re gonna do to you?” wooyoung says as san connects his tongue to the skin of your inner thigh. you shudder and nod, wooyoung’s grin growing wider.
“we’re gonna get you on the floor and get you spread wide open,” san says as he trails his tongue higher. “san’s gonna fill you up with his fat cock that has been begging for your hole all day,” wooyoung adds in a whiny tone as san kisses your other thigh, and you whimper. “and i’m gonna reward you with extra stimulation by treating your puffy clit like a lollipop.” wooyoung concludes as san finally connects his tongue to your core and your whole body jerks. your hands race to grab something, or rather someone, since you ended up gripping wooyoung’s thighs like a vice.
wooyoung looks down at you with fake pity before wrestling with his belt and dress pants. he drops them to the floor and smirks at you. “open wide, make me feel good like a well behaved whore,” he demands. you obey immediately, your throat welcoming him as he slides past your lips. your head upside down makes for a smooth entrance for wooyoung’s long cock. he lets out a small whine as he watches the bulge of his dick appear in your throat. he gets harder, if possible, watching the bulge move in and out. “o-oh fuck, it’s like your throat was m-made for my cock,” wooyoung’s whole body shakes slightly in reaction. “wooyo, you’re so talkative today,” you hear from a deep voice across the room. mingi. this is the first time you’ve ever heard him speak.
wooyoung chuckles at his comment. “judging by the way her hips jerk every time i open my mouth, i think she prefers a talkative man. don’t you, my little cumdump?” you attempt at garbling a small ‘yes’ in response but wooyoung is completely blocking your airway. “fair enough. what the whore wants, the whore gets,” mingi replies before going back to typing away at his desk. wooyoung leans down a little to wrap both hands around your throat to feel the way the bulge moves. san and wooyoung act in sync; wooyoung pushes into your throat and san licks a stripe up your core. the whole ordeal is positively mind-numbing.
san dips his middle and ring fingers into your wet heat, scissoring them to spread you out. you roll your eyes back and cough around wooyoung, your legs beginning to shake. wooyoung whines and whimpers as he uses your throat, catching his lip between his teeth and looking at you with teary eyes. “ah fuck, san, i’m gonna cum,” wooyoung announces and san pulls away from your core to glare at him. “if she can hold it when instructed, so can you. you’re not done until i say you are. the pretty baby gets to cum before you do,” san says in a firm tone. you hear a high pitched whimper leave wooyoung’s throat as his cock twitches in your throat. you can feel just how close to his peak he is and you really can’t tell if he’s gonna be able to hold it.
san reconnects his mouth to your core and devours you like you’re the last meal he’s ever going to have. your legs shake and spasm around his head, encouraging him to bring you closer to the edge. your back arches as san adds a third finger into your core, digging at the gummy spot inside you. you move your hands from wooyoung’s thighs to san’s hair. your fingers wrap around his black locks, pulling his head further between your legs. you hear a low chuckle from san as your movements become more desperate, rutting your hips against his face to get more friction.
“san, fuck, i seriously c-can’t hold it much longer,” wooyoung says again. he had stopped abusing your throat and had begun slowly rocking his hips back and forth to try and savour his close orgasm building. you give san’s hair a harsh tug to tell him you’re about to cum and he gives you a nod. “i can’t deny the pretty girl anymore. i want both of you to cum,” san says in a demanding tone. you whole body fills with lighting as you reach your orgasm, pleasure making your vision go white. wooyoung fills your throat at almost the exact same moment, causing you to cough up a mix of semen and saliva.
wooyoung pulls out of your mouth and san pulls your head by your neck to kiss you. the saliva swapped between you is full of a mix of your release and wooyoung’s. san lifts you up off your chair and places you on all fours, your knees still sore from being like this for yeosang and jongho. you feel wooyoung run his fingers over your slit, collecting remnants of your release, before bringing his fingers to his mouth and sucking them clean. “god, you taste like heaven. i could eat you forever,” he comments as your whole body shudders. you hear the sound of san’s pants and belt hitting the floor, signaling to you that you’re not going to be empty for much longer.
wooyoung grabs your chin and tilts your head to make you look at him. his hair falls over his eyes and sticks to his face so beautifully that even just his gaze has you clenching. “you remember what i said we’d do?” he asks, and you nod expectantly. “good girl. i’m gonna leave you alone with san for a bit so he can really enjoy you. i promise i’ll come back soon,” he says before kissing your forehead and wandering away. where the hell was he going? you had no time to consider options before san used one hand to spread you open and align the tip of his cock with your entrance.
you gasp at the sudden contact, turning slightly to stare at him. he had completely unbuttoned his white dress shirt, leaving his defined muscle completely exposed. parts of his shirt were becoming see-through from the sweat dripping down his body. his arms flexed as one hand gripped your waist and the other guided his cock into you. his eyelashes fluttered and his face contorted into the most blissful look as he bottomed out. his appearance alone was making you clench around him like a vice.
you lower yourself down from your hands onto your elbows, arching your back even more. san ghosts his fingers down your spine, goosebumps appearing in his wake. he enjoys the feeling of you clenching and unclenching around him for a while before pulling out to the tip and slamming back in. his actions send your whole body jolting forward, your eyes rolling back into your head. your fingers scratch at the floor, trying to find something to grip onto, and finding nothing.
san starts slowly grinding into you, his strokes slow and deep. the feeling is mind-numbing. you can feel every inch of him rubbing against the sweetest part of you. you hear some shuffling behind you and you turn your head to find that san has completely taken his shirt off, his honey golden skin covered in a sheen of sweat. he has discarded his shirt a few feet away, his focus returning to you. he places both hands on your waist, pulling your hips to his in tandem with his thrusts.
“you're too quiet, make some pretty noises, my angel,” san demands, landing a harsh smack to your ass. you squeal, your body shuddering. “there you go. so fucking beautiful.” he begins to thrust more intensely, more sounds leaving your throat. he was so far in you that you were convinced he was kissing your cervix.
you reach one arm behind you to grip his forearm, your nails digging into the harshly flexed muscle. “looks like someone's enjoying herself,” you hear wooyoung finally speak. he had finally returned from god knows where. wooyoung sits cross-legged on the floor in front of you, lifting your head to look at him. he leans down to kiss you, passion and aggression filling his movements. you bite and suck on his bottom lip as his tongue darts out to catch yours.
he tangles his hand in your hair, pulling your head to follow his movements. he whines against your mouth, his cock throbbing in his pants. wooyoung pulls away from your mouth, his eyes darting up to look at san. “san, do you think she's earned what i promised?” you look back at san in a frenzy, your eyes begging him to say yes. you'd been well behaved and done everything he wanted. san smiles at you, his perfect eyes disappearing into crescents.
“i think she deserves it. she's been such a good fucking girl, haven't you sweetheart?” san taunts you, leaning over you to stroke your hair. you nod excitedly, raising yourself back onto your palms so wooyoung could slide under you. wooyoung’s pupils are blown as he watches you get ready for him. “oh, so eager. what a dirty girl,” he drops to the floor and lays on his back before sliding underneath you. he comes face to face with your already filled core, a soft moan leaving his mouth at the sight.
san begins his slow movements in and out of you once again, your arms already shaking from holding yourself up. wooyoung runs his hands up your thighs, and you shudder at the feeling. he ghosts his fingers over your clit, his fingers brushing san’s cock as it moves inside of you. “i’ve never seen anything more beautiful than you being pleasured, slut,” wooyoung comments as he sinks his teeth into the flesh of your thigh. you squeal, the surge of pain that shoots through your body shocking you a little. “the bulge of san’s cock in your stomach could make me cum just looking at it,” he runs his hand over the part of your stomach that is protruding, san lets out a shaky breath behind you. “fuck, don’t talk about it, i’ll cum.”
wooyoung slowly moves his mouth from the skin of your inner thigh towards your core. he gives your clit kitten licks, your jaw falling open in a silent moan. san speeds up his thrusts, drawing your hips back against his to match his pace. wooyoung wraps his pretty, puffy lips around your clit, sucking on it. wooyoung moves his hands to your waist, holding your body up for you. “come on baby, you know you want my cock back in your mouth,” wooyoung pulls away from your core and waits for you to do what he wants.
your hands fiddle with the button on his pants, pulling at them urgently once you get it open. he lifts his hips off the floor so you can help him tug his clothes off. you get them off just enough to get access to his leaking cock, wrapping your hands around it immediately. your hands move quickly, wooyoung whining under you. “s-slow down, it’s s-still sensitive,” he whines, you ignore his comment. his hips buck up into your hands, seeking more pleasure despite his pleas for you to slow down. he matches your energy by wrapping his lips around your clit again, sucking and licking at it with intense vigor.
wooyoung wraps hair arms around your hips, holding onto you for dear life. “wooyo, i need to fuck her harder,” san says, sounding out of breath. “she’s a slut, so we have to treat her as such.” san’s face contorts into a sinister grin before drawing his hips back and slamming into you. his thrusts are sloppy and desperate for pleasure. wooyoung teases your already full hole with his fingers. “can you take some more, baby? your desperate little hole is desperate to be stretched,” he teases you. you tug on his cock harder in response, a small squeal leaving his throat. “i’ll take that as a yes,” he retorts before shoving a finger in to follow san’s movements.
you squeeze the base of wooyoung’s cock as he thrusts his finger inside you. “fuck, wooyo, be gentle,” you beg, the stretch burning between your legs. “aww poor baby. you didn’t listen when wooyoung told you to be nice, so why should he listen to you?” san smacks your ass a few times in a row, your skin turning red. “add another finger, wooyoung. it’s what she deserves.” wooyoung wiggles another finger into your hole, your whole body trembling. “it’s good that you’re stretching her out now, she’s gonna need it for us,” mingi raises his hand for a hi-five from yunho and finds him glaring at him. “don’t be so vulgar,” yunho comments before going back to his work. “says you?” mingi responds before huffing and crossing his arms.
you hear san chuckle behind you, finding the interaction to be amusing. san regains his composure and begins thrusting into you like a wild animal. wooyoung scissors his fingers inside you, stretching you out even more than you already were. you do your best to tug on his cock while he adds to your pleasure, but your mind is so foggy that you can barely even remember to breathe. you take small gasps of air every few seconds when your brain decides to work.
suddenly, your whole body ignites when wooyoung wraps his pretty lips around your clit again, sucking harder than before, and desperately licking at you to taste you more. “remember how you came for yeosang and jongho? do it again. i know wooyoung wants to drown in you,” san squeezes your hips to give his statement that extra umph. wooyoung responds with a high pitched ‘mhm’ his tongue darting out over your folds in a frenzy. your hands move up and down on wooyoung’s dick faster, wanting to get a release out of him too. “okay, keep going, i-i’m so close,” you say, despite being out of breath.
as if they had spoken to each other telepathically, san and wooyoung focus all of their energy on getting you off. you slap the floor beside wooyoung’s thigh repeatedly, the pleasure making your body move uncontrollably. wooyoung digs his nails into your thigh, moaning and whimpering louder under you. “wooyo, honey, please cum with me,” you say breathlessly and his hips jerk in response. finally, you let the chord in your abdomen snap, san pulling out of you to let your release splash out of you. his jaw falls slack, watching you writhe in pleasure, while wooyoung drinks up your release. he finishes in your hand swiftly after, coating your hand in his cum.
without warning, san shoves back into you, his thrusts fast and sharp. “let me fill you up, baby. i wanna see my cum dripping out of your perfect cunt,” wooyoung slides out from under you to observe the end of your pleasurable ordeal. san leans over you to whisper sweet praises in your ear. “you’re so pretty. so, so good to me,” he kisses the shell of your ear gently. “nothing will ever feel better than you. fuck, your cunt was made for my cock,” you nod along to his words as you feel another, less intense orgasm building. “i can feel you clenching. do i make you feel so good that you wanna cum again? my cock slut, cum whenever you want. i’m almost there,” his cock twitches inside of you, leaking pre-cum all over your walls.
“please, cum with me, pretty baby,” he pleads and you can’t help but obey. he fills you up so perfectly, and you cling to him for dear life. you hear some shuffling around behind you as san pulls out and goes to collect his shirt. you collapse onto the floor, completely worn out. you press your cheek to the cold floor, your whole body feeling sore and spent. you hear someone clear their throat behind you.
“don’t get comfy. we’ve been waiting.”
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#a&hmf au#toh#toh amity#undertale#toriel#alphys#sans#undyne#papyrus#asgore#mettaton#napstablook#meme chart#meme
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HELLOOOOOOO
so uhhhh idk what possessed me but here's @aka-indulgence's hmf!sans
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I’ve been selfishly doing some self-insert. Wanted to show the skelly hands uwu
The handssss
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Zixuan: *lying on his lounge chair with a cloth over his eyes* Hassang. Light the candles.
Huaisang: who died?
Or are we going to sacrifice you.
Jintang: it's for Huangdi's aromatherapy.
Zixuan: uncultured.
Huaisang: sorry Huangdi. Just don't slap me.
Jintang: does Yao Huangdi do this?
Huaisang: yea he does, but he never asked me to help.
Zixuan: maybe he's allergic to you.
Attendants: oh my, Huangdi is so savage today!
Zixuan: Ni...Nie High Socks.
I mean Huaisang. Please give me a pedicure afterwards.
Huaisang: ew!
Zixuan: *throws a scroll at him*
Huaisang: *ducks* I'm sorry Huangdi!I'm sorry!!
Jintang: Huangdi's feet smell like lotueses and jasmine.
Huaisang: is it because he does papapa with Yanli?
Zixuan: li Huanghou. And don't you mention her and our private life.
Huaisang: *gulps*
~~~
Huaisang: *snipping the loose thread from some of Zixuan's robes* do I have to do this?! *sobs* his robes are so long and beautiful.
Jintang; yes! Huangdi loves to be neat.
And you may please him.
Huaisang: I don't.
Jintang: but if you please him, he might give you gifts.
I always get trinkets from him.
Huaisang: like I give a care.
Your Huangdi is a scary diva.
Jintang: nooo, don't say that about the emperor!
Huaisang: the guy slapped me!
Jintang: it's called punishment, Huaisang. And you shouldn't anger Huangdi.
Huaisang: w..well. I don't want him to slap me again so.
Zixuan: Huasheng!
Huaisang: oh gosh. Not the war cry..
Jintang: go meet him fast! I'll have some attendants deal with his robes.
Zixuan: where is guy with he bad hair day?!
Huaisang: *entering* yes Huangdi.
Zixuan: *points* that vase is ugly. Remove it from in front of me!
Huaisang: that's what you called me for! Anyways, I find it's a pretty vase.
Zixuan: well take it if you want. I don't care.
I can call you for anything.
Huaisang: there. I removed it.
Zixuan: And please do something about this room's lighting. *looks at his reflection* it's messing with my skin.
Huaisang: how does light mess with your skin.
Zixuan: oh come on. Lighting is everything.
Huaisang: fine.
*changes the curtains* is the lighting ok now?
Zixuan: fabulous!
Huaisang: really??
Zixuan: sorry, I was looking at my reflection. Yes, the lighting is fabulous as well. Thank you, Huashang.
Zixuan: I have to go to Jingjing to meet A-Yao, just to deliver some good news!
Huaisang: Jingjing????
Zixuan: duh. That's where A-Yao lives.
Do you have amnesia?
Huaisang: and do I have to come with you?
Zixuan: obviously.
And I want to show Yaoyao my new attendant.
Huaisang: that's rude.
Zixuan: whats so rude about showing your brother that you have hired his frenemy as an attendant who must listen to your every beck and call and satisfy his diva needs, or else he would be fired or caged?
Hauisang: caged?
Zixuan: you didn't hear anything.
And A-Yao won't laugh at you, I promise. But team dimple would.
Huaisang: I despise team dimple. Hmf!!
Zixuan: why? They're fun. And Foxy's besties.
I like how they don't tolerate anyone who's against their boss.
Zixuan: oh! Maybe that's why you don't like them. Lol, sorry.
Anyways.
*makes his peacock feathers appear, which draped alongside his leg*
*raises head* please, drape them properly, remove the ones that is naturally falling out and rest them on that gold plate.
Huaisang: got ya, Huangdi! What do they do with the feathers that fall out?
Zixuan: they put them in a vault.
It's extremely valuable, you know.
Huaisang: ohh lovely.
Zixuan: I plan on giving one to Song'er's bride.
Huaisang; *chokes* Song'er's bride?!!
Zixuan: duh. Song'er is the example of a charming Dianxia. Also A-Yao and I hope that he finds love soon.
Huaisang: (Oh no, what if San ge's spawn has his own spawn. That means that his empire continue.)
Zixuan: um hello!
I hope you aren't plotting anything.
Huaisang: no no! I wasn't!
Zixuan: you do anything to my A-Yao and Song'er. I'll definitely do something to you.
Huaisang: heh heh. Huangdi no need to threaten.
Let me fix your peacock feathers. Hehe.
Zixuan: hold up!
Huaisang: what?
Zixuan: without gloves? Where are they!
Huaisang: ugh! Why do I!!-- fine Huangdi. I'll get them.
Zixuan: why are you so uncultured. *rolls eyes*
Huaisang: *fixing his peacock feathers*
Zixuan: *fanning himself and watching him side eye*
Huaisang: done, Huangdi!
Zixuan: perfect. Now let's go
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Jingjing📍
Zixuan: *arrives*
Huaisang: *comes out and spreads a red carpet next to the caravans exit*
*coldly* Huangdi.
Zixuan: *gracefully exiting* lovely. But smile next time.
Huaisang: *rolls eyes* sure.
Zixuan: don't make me use your eyes as dice. You shouldn't roll them.
Huaisang: (He's worst than San ge, omg)
*entering*
Yao: *surprised* youuu!!
Zixuan: yes me! Yaoyao, sweetheart. *hugs*
Yao: *hugs* Zishie. How are you and Yanli?
Zixuan: that's why I came here!!! To give you some sweet news!
Yao: awwww. Tell me inside!
Zixuan: sure!
Yao: *glancing at huaisang* oh goodness!! What is this!
Zixuan: do you like my new attendant.
Huai cheng. I mean Huaisang.
Huaisang: (San ge, please save me from this nightmare of an emperor. He's scaryyyyy. You were stressful too but he's more extreme. He made me cut his toe nails as well. His toe nails!) *bows* greetings Huangdi.
Zixuan: see how well mannered!
Yao:*laughing* oh my. He looks so good as your attendant. I wish you good luck.
Zixuan: thank you Yaoyao.
I apologize for bringing though, because I know he's banned. But I got to show you somehow.
Yao: it's fine!! I find this so hilarious!
Huaisang: why, San ge, why!
*whispers* I am stressed.
Zixuan: I heard you, Huaikuan.
Yao: *cracking up* Huaikuan.
Huaisamg: he still can't get my name right.
Zixuan: *opens fan* I'm not good with names.
And I'm the stressed one, Handwig.
This morning, I saw that one of my robes are soiled.
My clothes worth more than your fan collection.
Huaisang: it can wash, Huangdi!
Zixuan: I know, but it was unpleasant to see. And don't forget when I got stale tea. I almost died.
Huaisang: San ge, is there any reason why Huangdi is a diva.
Yao: he was born like that.
Zixuan: exactly.
Yao: lol let's go have some snacks.
Zixuan: sounds delightful. Let's go Yaoyao. I'm tired of this guy questioning my life choices.
Hassang, *closes fan* hold my fan.
Huaisang: yea boss.
Yao: never a dull moment.
*walking though the halls*
Zixuan: A-Yao, I had to hire Hassang, because that lazy Zixun disappeared.
Yao: oh, well Huaisang is a very perfect attendant for you. Even though he does nothing at all and stress out team dimple.
Zixuan: I told him countless times to behave, so I wouldn't have that problem.
Yao: delightful. And now where's Zixun? How dare he take a vacation without asking you.
Zixuan: the utter disrespect.
If Hassang ever do that I'll hunt him down and put him in a cage.
Huaisang: I'm right here guys!
Zixuan: but I wasn't talking to you.
Huaisang: *rolls eyes*
Both Huangdis: *sitting*
Zixuan: have a seat Hassang.
See, I'm generous.
Huaisang: *sits*
*sarcasm* waw Huangdi. You're very very generous.
Zixuan: don't make me find something for you to do.
Yao: heehee. Now Zishie! Spill.
Zixuan: yes Yaoyao!
My sweet, adorable Foxy!! I'm a dad once again!!!
Hauisang: waw Zixuan, I didn't know that you were a sugar daddy for a second time.
Zixuan: kneel!
Huaisang: it was just a joke. *sobs* fine, I'm kneeling, I'm kneeling. *sniffles*
Yao: Yanli is pregnant????? Ohhhh wawww!!!!
Zixuan: yes. I...I'm emotional....I'm starting to tear up!!
Yao: *hugs* I'm so so so so happy for you and Yanli!!!
Zixuan: yes.
Yao: *wipes Zixuan's tears*
Yao: oh my, we're all so prosperous aren't we!
Zixuan: yess!!
Huaisang: congratulations, Huangdi.
Zixuan: thank you very much, Hassang. You can stop kneeling. As it's an auspicious moment.
Huaisang: *eye twitches* you're too kind.
Yao: how did A-ling react?! Is he happy that he's getting a baby brother or sister.
Zixuan: yess!!! He's so happy and excited.
Yao: awwww.
Zixuan: Yaoyao! And guess who's in line to hold the baby?!
Yao: who?
Zixuan: you of course!! My amazing and brilliant A-Yao. The hulijing emperor.
Yao: *sniffles* aww Zixuan!
Both: *hugging and crying tears of joy*
Huaisang: Zixuan can cry?
Team D: *entering*
Mo xuanyu: xuan gege!
Xue yang: why are these two divas emotional.
Oh gosh, did someone say that they're not cute.
Su she: Huangdis.
Yao: team dimple.
Zixuan: oh hey!! A-Yu!
Mo xuanyu: *hugs*
Zixuan: guys. A-li is pregnant!!!
Xue yang: you only act innocent, just like Jiggy. But congrats dude!
Su she: congratulations Xuan Huangdi!!!
Mo xuanyu: omg!! Congrats Xuan gege!!
Ugh I feel like crying!
Zixuan and Yao: *stretches arms* bring it in bro!
Mo xuanyu: *hugs* I'm so happy for you.
Zixuan: thank you!!
Yao: you're so cute!!
Zixuan: you too, Yaoyao.
Xue yang: sometimes I forget that mo xuanyu is a diva too.
Su she: they're so cute!
Huaisang: kinda.
Su she and xue yang: *leap into action* HUAISANG! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE!!!!
Xue yang: you little sh*t!
Su she: how dare you!
Mo xuanyu: *peeping* Huaisang???
Team dimple: we must protect Yao gege!
Xue yang: *grabs A-Yao and wraps him in his arms.
Su she: *unsheaths sword and blocks A-Yao with mo xuanyu*
Mo xuanyu: *stretches out his arms.*
Zixuan: heehee.
Huaisang: relax team dimple, I'm working for Zixuan.
Zixuan: yea team D. He's my servant now.
Team Dimple: *bursts into laughter*
Xue yang: ahahahhahahahhaha!!!!
Su she: I can't breathe! I can't breathe!!
Mo xuanyu: oh my goodness!!!
Hahahaha. You look great!!
Xue yang: suits you a lot!
Yao: *laughing*
Su she: can we order him around?
Zixuan: of course you can. You were able to when he was working for A-Yao.
Zixuan: A-Yu, A-Yao. Of course team D, Yanli and I are having a private get together for family. It would be amazing if you guys come!
Yao: definitely.
Mo xuanyu: we'll be there!
Xue yang: I think I might not come. I'm not friends with anyone there.
Su she: same. But I would like to accompany Huangdi.
Zixuan: everyone is invited! Stop being so shy.
#the huli jing emperor#foxyao#dimpledlianfang#jin guangyao#jin zixuan#meng yao#part 2#su she#the untamed#hulijing emperor 2
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I LOVE HIMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM
Your amazing btw<3
Ypu youYou you you
You should totally draw your rendition of horror mafiafell sans:3
Or or f a r m t a l e
As someone who has never drawn any kind of mafia AUs I thank you for this heck of a challenge... Meant for it to be a simple lil doodle and uh ended up trying an entirely new coloring/shading method :] Anyway enjoy! Hope it suffices!
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