Everyday I Add Something Else. Trying To Avoid The Burn Out I Got With My Other Fandom But When I Jump

Good GOD I have to see more of you Y/N in pants. Holy smokes she looked so bad ass in the mafia fell post!!

love the art work btw, thank you :)

I’ve had so many comments about Y/N in the rival Mafiafell post lol I’m so glad you guys have enjoyed it^^ She’s alot of fun to draw too! (Also warning for cussing again~)

The public yearns for the y/n in mafia pants~

Red also yearns detests a good pair of pants 🥸😏

Boy boys there’s plenty of me to go around…

screw horror x murder romance I wanna see them FIGHTING GRAAAHHH

Average disagreement

Two of my favorite things, educational and spicy 🌶️ 💋🫢

When your new pet bunny who you thought was a girl poofs into a grown ass man..

Release denied 🙅🏽‍♀️

Is this too much for tumblr....

Second suggestive warning just in case

#and I meant all of them too~ #all my skeleboyfriends

Admittedly, I don't particularly care for harem AUs largely as a personal preference, but that being said

The idea of Y/N yelling out "Hey baby!" and 50+ versions of Sans all respond is hilarious, especially if it's immediately followed by all of them recreating this

Lmao

Follow up:

The bad sanses and the star sanses are fighting and nightmare is suitably irritated by the lack of progress. When an arrow is shot at him by dream he dodges. But when he does, the laser pointer falls out of his goopy tentacles. He stares at it blankly for a long moment. Then picks it up and shines the dot right on dreams head.

Dream: eyes narrowed and on edge “what are you doing?”

Killer: “ITS BACK” ramming full force into Dream and knocking him down. Still chasing the dot “BOSS! BOSS IM GONNA CATCH IT!” He races around. Tackling friend and foe alike in his attempt to cat the red dot

Nightmare:”…….go get it killer-“ he keeps that thing on him every day from then on.

Little something that I was able to draw for Sans’ birthday <3

✨I am wooed💜

HII! I don’t know if you take requests or not so you can totally ignore this! Can we have the skele boys reaction to reader announcing their leave for the night while wearing an awfully tight/revealing dress like they’re going on a date? 👁️👁️🙏 I’m expecting some drama..fufufu!

I absolutely take requests! Even if I need sufficient inspiration to write them.

And of course I enjoy messages In general!

So enjoy the show~

Reader: pulling on some tight clothes. Admiring their body type in the mirror.

Sans: he stumbles in first. Having wanted to ask something. But your outfit stops him in his tracks. Eye lights raking over you at first. “H-hey kiddo. Ya look nice.” He clears his throat and shuffles a little, trying to look totally unbothered “ where. Ah. Where ya headed? Night out with friends?” There is hope in his voice. And edge of desperation almost. But no. You lock it up and toss it in the river with lead when you say you have a date. His teeth clench and his hands twitch. “A. A date. Haha. Why? I mean. Er. Who? Are you going somewhere safe?” He is trying to play it down. He is trying to keep his shit together. But his is split between misery and anger. He finds himself hating them. Your unknown date. And when you move to the door, his body reacts before his mind can. Tackling you into your room and kicking the door shut.

Blue: he finds you by the front door, bent over to slip on some shoes with your very fine, very TIGHT, outfit. His eyes track your rear for a moment before he coughs. A big grin on his face. “Heya! Where ya going friend? How about I accompany you since you look soooooo nice!” A date. Date. The word tastes like poison in his mouth. But he kept his smile, even when his eye lights sharpened like daggers. His body pressed close and his voice dropped. “I know you look good for someone else. But. I have decided. They don’t deserve that.” His smile like a viper as he tosses you over his shoulder and runs to his room. Voice at a growl.

Red: his first thought is to whistle when he sees you. His cherry eye lights raking over every curve. Every dip. Every drop. Voice smooth like velvet. At least. It was. Date. Date. DaTE. DATE. A sound emanates from his chest like a snarl and he is there. Clawed hands gripping your wrists and pinning you against the wall. His huge body blocking your way. Your sight. From anything but him. Your gasp does little for his own mind. “Who fucking thinks they have ah chance with ya. If it ain’t one of us here, then they ain’t fucking got nuthin!” There is probably a hint of desperate need in there. A fear that you’ll leave. But it’s buried over layers of possession and anger. His huge sharp teeth press against your jugular and honestly? You forgot all about the date after that.

Horror: he knows he is a bit slow to handle things rationally. In his defense, his universe wasn’t easy after the starvation. And his mind is hard to clear from his wound. And he also KNOWS he should be better at least a little by now. At handling things out of his control. But you were on the phone. Looking delicious. And you said that word. Date. He heard it. And not with another version on him. He could handle that. They all could. They made a deal about it a long time ago. But with someone else?! outside?! YOU ARENT SAFE OUTSIDE WITHOUT THEM HOW CAN YOU THINK THAT YOU WOULD BE. YOUSHOULDBEHEREWHEREICANWATCHYOU- he breathes. You. Your scent. You’re talking to him. He hears your pretty voice. He calms. His eye lights raking coming into focus on you. He wraps his hand loosely around yours. Breathe. In. Out. Breathe. Breathe. He is himself again. Well. More or less. He isn’t happy. He needs you to know you don’t NEED anyone but then. Him. So he snatches you up. “Don’t. Date. Anyone else. You. You need us. Can’t be without you. Can’t can’t. Can’t. Can’t.” His minds fuzzy again. But he hears you. Warbling at him softly. Promising. Then he breathes. In. Out. Now he feels…like he overreacted a bit. He makes you an angel food cake as an apology. But doesn’t let you go for hours.

(I may add more. Dunno yet. The ask diiiiiiiiidnt specify. So you get them four first. :)

Deadly

✨🔮 CUTIE PATOOTIES💅🏽🌝🎀

Been meaning to do some Fresh x y/n art and this just made me need to do it more urgently~

#Fresh is beyond hot #I HAVE BEEN INSERTED #🔥

A can of worms

Not a lot of smut for the Freshy Boy, so I gotta rectify that. Fresh is ace but sex neutral. Some kinks included are praise kink, minor size kink, tentadick, and Fresh being Fresh. Also ig loss of virginity on Fresh's side of things, he's inexperienced but not innocent. Reader has AFAB anatomy but pronouns are gender neutral. There's no real plot, only smut, eat up hoes (affectionate). Minors DNI

What was that saying about a can of worms? Once you open it you can't put all of them back? That's how you felt right now, the strange situation of dating Fresh Sans of all people was already one you were still adjusting to. Then came the suggestion of sleeping with this parasite...one you were both intrigued by and definitely considering.

Fresh never brought it up himself, you already suspected a lack of interest and part of the reason you put off ever bringing up the topic. Not to mention the possibility of whether or not he even can do such things was rattling around in your noggin'. However one night you felt bold, the two of you happily in each others embrace when you suddenly cupped his crotch. Right where his hypothetical dick should be.

"I want you."

The confusion was quite literally spelled out as his sunglasses only displayed a various amount of question marks. ".....want what?"

It was a hell of a way to kill your confidence, your face flushed as you asked the next big question. "Can....can you not have sex?"

"what is that?"

You stare at him, "Are you messing with me?"

His sucks in his non-existent lips, his glasses reading out 'NO' and you settled in that you're definitely opening some type of "can of worms" here. You do your best to explain it and it wasn't as hard as you were dreading, Fresh (despite what some will say) isn't stupid and he already knows the basic about different genitalia. The rest was just explaining the finer functions of it.

Of course, talking was one thing. Actually demonstrating with another. You ask the next big question.

"Do you wanna see what I have?"

"oh hell yeah!"

God this man loved to touch you, it was honestly pretty endearing, even in this context. You told him to wait first at the very least, something he reluctantly obeys. You removed your shirt with little fan fair, he's seen your breasts before albeit not completely bare. Next you drop your shorts then your underwear, the sight of bottom half definitely caught his attention.

You set yourself down, spreading your legs to allow him a change to properly look. You don't just stop there, reaching a hand down to part your lower lips. Fresh strangely silent, he comes closer his sunglasses surprisingly blank. Taking in every detail of your cunt, the simple attention alone turns you on and you're not sure you can handle the embarrassment of him commenting on how wet you already are.

"so that's what of these looks like" is instead the first comment that leaves his mouth.

"Never seen a pussy before?" you ask, wishing you could be as calm as he was about it, you hated you were blushing so much.

"nuh-uh! heard 'bout 'em though," his sunglasses don't reveal much, but his head is still firmly down looking at your cunt. It's clear he finds it as beautiful as any part of you. "it's cuteeee can i touch it?"

The can of worms is definitely being opened.

"Y-Yeah, just....be gentle, it's sensitive."

He nods, grinning clearly pleased by the answer. He did what you did at first, tracing the outline of your lips with his boney fingers, parting them before gently tracing you through the layers of your folds. Clearly just content to be touching you but taking note of each reaction you make, you know for a fact most wouldn't believe you if you said the hyperactive Fresh could be surprisingly patient with certain things.

"Have you seen what a cock is?" you quickly realized that term also means chicken and you correct yourself before he summons one of his rubber ones to screech in your face, "A penis I mean."

"those? yeah i saw error's once" he says it so matter of factly and you struggle to hide your surprise at the phrase.

"You have?"

"yeeeeee i snuck up on him while he was alone, he was rubbin' that thing like crazy and got #PISSED when i asked what waz up, didn't get much explanation outta him" the fact that he keeps talking after that, "the thing was pretty big, coulda convinced me it was an extra leg and at the base there was this really-"

"Enough about Error's dick." you interrupted, you hear anymore and you're not gonna be able to look the man in the eye the next time you see him. "Can you- ah!" he seems to have found your clit, something he instantly recognizes as a good thing, choosing to roll his thumb over it again. You're tempted to almost just let him do this but you're far too tempted not to ask. "Do you- uh, have something like that? Or can you make something like that?"

"hmmmmmm" he's clearly more fixated on your pussy right now than the idea of giving himself anything, still keeping two digits on your clit rolling hard circles into it as his thumb drifts down. Pressing right at your entrance but not entering it. If you're knowledge on skeletons was anything something normally forms naturally when they're aroused because of magic, typically what they're most comfortable with, but as far as you can see there isn't really anything. "yeah i can you want something like that?"

You nod, not trusting your voice right now.

"cool beans!" his pants are removed, well tugged down awkwardly with one hand as the other one refuses to stop the word it's doing and something is forming around his pelvis, pink magic that seems good like in it's consistency. It makes something that's well....not a cock necessarily, at least not a normal one but it's vaguely phallic. Stirring to attention, it was thick, kinda veiny, and squirmy. Naturally wet.

Heh. Almost like a worm, go figure.

"like this?" he asks, "i can make it bigger"

"It's plenty big already." you're pretty sure you wouldn't be able to wrap your hand around it if you tried

"for real? error's was-"

"Enough about Error!" that came across as more genuinely angry than intended, you quickly compose yourself. Fresh clearly amused by that outburst more than anything, your eyes remained focused on the tentacle shaped member. It was large, not to much in length it was only above average in that regard but the thickness of it was something else.

You decide for now it's best not to test your limits, but the idea that Fresh did offer to make it bigger is tempting. You feel your insides burn a bit at the idea of it, but you remain focused on the task at hand.

"This." you lean forward, wrapping your hand around it and to your surprise the tendril curls around your inner palm, a soft blush rising to Fresh's cheeks. His entire body seeming to tense at the new sensation, "Goes inside me."

He didn't need that explained to him further, if anything his thumb pressed right against your tight needy hole steadily has pressure applied to it. You almost worry he's actually going to shove it in but he doesn't. "and that feels good?"

"Supposed to, yeah," you know it will, his cock is wet, your pussy is probably wetter and you just want him more now than ever. "It'll feel good for you too."

"i mean i don't doubt that" his hand is removed from your silt, he presses his knee onto the plushness beneath you he can climb on top of you properly. Likewise you removed your hand from his cock, the slimy creature almost clinging to you as you pulled your hand back. Idly you two reposition yourselves, you hook a leg around his hips and he clings firmly onto your waist. He lines his newly formed member to your cunt, his cock seems to almost have a mind of it's own.

Wriggling around through your folds, nudging harshly against your clit making you moan and Fresh has to properly wrangle it in so that it nears your entrance. You have half a mind to tell him to hurry it up, but thankfully Fresh wasn't known for his patience.

He slams into all at once, you're both wet enough to accommodate for it. Doesn't mean you don't fully feel the stretch of his strange member pussy against your velvety walls. You moan loudly as you throw your head back, but somehow Fresh is the more vocal between the two of you.

"oh that's tight" clearly it was meant to be said in the same tone as any of his other 'cool' catch phrases but it came out more strained and raspy, nearly a groan. His hips already perform some light thrusts, more out of impulse than anything, the new sensations were frankly a bit overwhelming to the parasite. "really tight- fuck"

It takes you a minute to respond, you already feel the tendril wiggling around inside you and the feeling of it accidentally brushing against your g-spot is intoxicating. "Good?" you ask him a bit out of breath.

"beyond good why does every part of you feel so amazing?" he thrusts again, a bit harder this time and he enjoys the moan that gets him. Those silly little 'yolo' glasses show only hearts as he focuses down on you, admittedly despite the pleasure it naturally brings him it definitely becomes clear you're the center of it all. He wouldn't have bothered with this if it was with anyone else.

But it's with you. He likes touching you. He likes making you feel good. And he becomes a rather quick learner from the feel of it. His grip on your waist tightens and he picks up the pace a bit, each moan you make further encouragement.

And in typical Fresh fashion, he doesn't shut up.

"heh..heh...your face looks really pretty like this" one hand grips your jaw, making sure the two of you keep your eyes locked on each other. And your pussy clenches down on his cock, something he seems to take notice of, "do you....like it when i call you pretty? cuz you really are and you feel so fuckin' good-"

You both yet and (mostly) love how well he's catching on, he keeps cooing praises to you, which is already enough to fuel the flames of your oncoming orgasm but he manages to ram into your g spot again at just the right time and you cry out his name as you cum violently on his length.

"FRESH!"

"oh fuck!"

His grip on you nearly becomes painful as he thrusts through your orgasm, nearly making you see white as your body goes limp and his entire body quakes as he's hit with his own climax. Entirely lost in the sauce at this rate, making a noise that's a mix of a grunt and another groan, a hot liquid feels your cunt and your nearly whimper at the over-stimulation of the act.

He pants a bit, your pant more. And then...he pulls out, looking down at the mess he made with tightly knitted bone brows. "sorry uh....didn't know that would happen-"

"No need, that's supposed to happen, I wanted it to happen." You do finally look down at your now cum filled pussy....there's a lot more than you were expecting and appropriately....it's pink? Bright pink? Maybe some blue and yellow in there? And....it's glowing? You'd be concerned if you had slept with anyone other than Fresh, but this just fills so appropriately him.

And you're full of him.

"That was....good, do you wanna go again?"

"if you want to sure" he shrugs, clearly happy to just be spending time with you, however he does suddenly lean back down to press at your clit. Playfully pinching it a bit and nearly smirking as it makes you gasp, "can I play with this some first?"

Can of worms? Definitely opened. You don't want to put any of them back though.

"Absolutely."