UT/UF/US+ Lemons+Oneshots (Requests Closed)

Tale Font Family

Oh Jesus help me

*Sans and Paps are in heat*

Sorry not sorry

Gaster grunted through the cloth gag as he fell on his knees, shuddering and huffing slightly as he was out of breath, dressed in his usual white turtleneck, black coat, pants and dress shoes, he had some new 'accessories' on. A bright orange collar with a blue leash, the leash was held by none other than his youngest son, despite being shorter than him, Papyrus, and a pair of fuzzy orange and blue cuffs that held his hands behind his back. But also not his Papyrus at the same time.

Papyrus stood behind him, leash in hand, with a smile on his face, not the usual smile but one different, one he had never worn before but he didn't mind. There was a reason that smile was there after all.

Sweat started to form on his skull as he saw his older yet shorter son walking towards him, his signature grin on his face but hiding something behind those pearly whites.

"Sorry Gaster." He said while unzipping his hoodie, showing off his white T-shirt.

Both of them were acting. . .different, and not in a good way. Their behavior was actually noticed a few days ago by Frisk when they said they were acting 'weird', Gaster took it upon himself to find out what was wrong with his boys even if it killed him, and it wasn't until yesterday that he discovered what it was that was making them 'different'.

"It's just. . .Papyrus and I are in heat. . .and we got tired of waiting for you to help us." He walked closer to the taller male, making him flinch.

When he came to that conclusion he tried his best to 'help' them (without physically interacting with them or getting involved in the activities of course) with this natural occurrence but nothing he did seemed to be working. The brothers decided to take matters into their own hands and made a plan, Sans was to prepare the room they were going to use and the necessary 'tools' while Papyrus was to capture him, both effectively doing their assigned jobs well. And without detection or suspicion might I add.

"You understand. . .don't you Daddy?" He said cupping his cheek, Gaster's eyes opened wide in fear and shock seeing the look in his son's eyes. He was in deep shit now.

"BROTHER?" Papyrus grinned as he placed his free hand on his hip, "CAN WE START THE GAME NOW? THE GREAT PAPYRUS THINKS WE'VE WAITED LONG ENOUGH FOR US TO START."

"I guess we could Pap," he backed away from his father, his grin growing wider, "you start though, I have to get our. . .toys ready."

Sans soon walked away with a sway in his step, disappearing out the room but not before winking at him seductively. Papyrus suddenly yanked on the chain, choking his father as he fell backwards, instead of falling on the floor like he expected he fell face first into something soft. . .and warm.

"OHH~" Papyrus moaned. When that happened Gaster realized what he fell on.

Papyrus' crotch.

The tall skeleton looked down at his father, his face in a cute yet perverted smile as he gazed at his face in lust, his face was right on his groin and pressed against him slightly. Gaster was sweating even more now and a soft and almost unnoticeable yellow blush spread across his cheek bones.

" DO YOU KNOW OF THE GAME WE'RE PLAYING FATHER? BROTHER NAMED IT 'BONE FUCKERS', WE'VE BEEN PLAYING IT FOR A LONG WHILE AND NOW WE'VE HIT THE BONUS ROUND," his eyes widened as he started to fiddle with his belt buckle, "AND YOU'RE THE OBJECTIVE," Papyrus pulled down his pants, revealing his long, thick, neon orange member, pulsating and throbbing with need, his member rested on Gaster's face and he blushed even more, "I'M NOT ENTIRELY SURE WHAT YOU HAVE TO DO BUT I THINK IT INVOLVES WHAT SANS AND I HAVE BEEN DOING TOO."