She stared at the glorious man in front of her, mouth hanging open. His words of concern felt muffled to her as she gazed at his large hands, one holding a large glass and in the other, a towel. He vigorously dried the glass, veins bulging through the masculine hands as he continued to question Vivi. Her eyes travelled down the length of his body but everything ... below was concealed by the tall bar. Too bad she couldn't catch a glimpse of what she really wanted, but who cares, she knew she'd get it soon enough. She'd surely never met him before, yet, something about him felt so vaguely familiar. His sculpted face, ebony black hair curling upwards to barely cover chestnut eyes she could lose herself in.
"yr just my type y know," she said, followed by a godawful attempt at a smirk that instead resulted in an unflattering contortion of her round face.
The man immediately went quiet, his concern turning to curiosity with a hint of lust as he said, his voice turning to a slight growl, "Funny, that's exactly what I was thinking the moment I laid eyes on you." For the first time, Vivi was able to listen to him, to take in and savor every crisp word that came out of his full lips. She leaned closer into him, "how about we skip these formalities and skip straight to what we both want here ... skip to the yk." The man let out a low chuckle, his gorgeous smile curling up. "As much as I'd love to sweetie, I really gotta stick around the bar," he said, gesturing to the glass in his hands. Noticing Vivi's smile fading, he winked and lowered his voice to a whisper, "Don't worry though, I get off in a couple hours." He quickly grabbed a napkin and scrawled numbers and letters onto it. "Meet me here at my apartment at 11 huh ? We could have some late night fun if you catch my drift sweetie."
She let out an extremely unnatural laugh like the material gworl she is. "Okay bby ... and meh not sweetie." She slid a twenty onto the bar to pay for her drink, his hand brushing against hers for a split second as he grasped it. "Give me ..... " she began to count on her fingers, "... one cent." "O-oh it's just a cent I assumed it wouldn't matter much" "Wth y talkin about boy every cent matters or else how I will buy BTS merch ?" Slightly startled, the man dug around and returned with a single penny, "Sorry, this is the only one I could find." She turned the dull penny over in her hand muttering, "So dirty this is ... just like we will be tonight ryt bby ?" The bartender's confusion turned back into excitement as he grinned from ear to ear. "I'll see you later then swe-" he stopped in his tracks noticing her glare, " ... um babe." "Yasss bby," Vivi said, shooting him a wink as she hopped off the barstool to make her way out. Her eyes finally took in her surroundings and for the first time since she'd arrived, she noticed that she and the bartender hadn't been alone.
An almost mysterious stranger, a woman in fact, was sitting alone by the entrance of the bar. She was absentmindedly stirring her purple drink but turned to meet Vivi's gaze as if she could feel her watching. She appeared to look older than Vivi, yet her feet, which poked out of her skirt, were barely touching the floor, meaning she was about Vivi's height. Vivi couldn't bring herself to break eye contact with the woman, it almost felt like she was paralyzed as her heart sped up and pounded into her flat chest. The woman finally ripped her eyes away to look down at Vivi's trembling hands and let out a scoff as she turned back to her drink. Vivi stood frozen for moments longer until she finally snapped back to reality, rushing out the bar and into the rain pouring down onto the moonlit streets of New York. She stopped in her tracks once it hit her. The electricity she felt with that woman was unlike anything she'd ever felt before. She mustered up all her strength to avoid taking into consideration what this clearly meant. Rain drops fell onto her head and travelled down to caress her legume face as the big question rang through her head.
so someone wrote an awful frans fic (a cursed pedo undertale ship that's so wrong on so many levels) and besides being about an awful ship it was also poorly written and therefore i quickly rewrote the first chapter and cleansed it by replacing frans with a far superior ship U-U
It was just a typical week-day and I was heading to my high school, Dreem High, which was, of course, named after Asgore Dreemurr himself. It's been a couple years since I broke the barrier, saving the monsters of the underground. I'm not saying I was some kind of hero but - well alright I guess that's kinda what I'm saying.
It didn't take me too long to arrive, the contrast between the calm streets to the overwhelmingly noisy halls of our school being rather jarring. I made my way over to the cafeteria to sit with my friends - Sans, Papyrus, Mettaton, Undyne, Alphys, and my teacher Ms Dreemurr. Sure, my friends weren't exactly students but they were always there for me whenever I needed it. In fact, they were all teachers at the school. I'm pretty sure if I weren't known as the "legendary human" and the "savior of monsterkind", I'd probably have pissed a bunch of people off by being friends with half the faculty.
"Hey, there's my best friends!" I enthusiastically hollered at them, winking as their faces lit up. "H-Hey Shreya!" stuttered Alphys as Undyne threw her arm around Alphys' neck, yelling back, "Hiya human!" Alphys was a lot less shy around us but still being her, she'd of course tend to act a little hesitant from time to time. "HELLO HUMAN," shouted Papyrus excitedly. "sup kiddo." Sans muttered, returning my wink. "My ch- Shreya, it is lovely to see you at school again," Toriel said in her warm voice as her large arms reached out to embrace me. I melted into the hug, nuzzling into her soft fur. "Hi Shreya! You look pretty well today!" I heard Asriel say from behind Toriel. His voice was easy to recognize, just as warm and homey as Toriel's but just higher pitched like the young boy that he was. "Great to see you too buddy!" I said, climbing out of Toriel's arms to give him a quick hug. I was just about to continue the conversation when the shrill ringing of the bell flooded through the cafeteria. "Sorry Aster, but I gotta rush to class! Talk to you later?" "Me too! I'll see you then, Shreya," he said as we parted ways and ran to class.
We were just ten minutes into class but it felt like I'd been reading MOV for hours. I let out a groan as looked up from my book to stretch my arms when I noticed a tall boy standing by the door. He had messy pecan brown hair and was wearing a muted blue t-shirt which was tight enough for me to see the slight impression of his toned abs pressing against it. As he stepped into the class, light reflected off of something on his ear. Oh god he was wearing earrings, that's so hot. "Oh hello child! Come in, come in!" Toriel said with a warm smile. She was clearly genuinely excited for this new student, in fact, she was practically radiating with joy. "Class, as you can see, we have a new student joining us. Please welcome him and give him lots of love." She turned to face the new kid, "Go ahead and introduce yourself my child." The boy timidly walked up to the front of the classroom. "H-hey everyone. My name's Henry ... but, well everyone calls me Hero. Nice to meet you guys!" He let out an awkward chuckle, clearly flustered as his eyes swept over everyone in the class. It wasn't long before they met mine and surprisingly, stayed there. Even from a couple feet away, I could feel how deep his dark brown eyes were, and how there was almost some kind of electricity in the air the moment it happened. "You can take a seat over there at the front my child!" said Toriel enthusiastically, cutting the tension between him and I. As he tore his eyes away from me to take the seat across the class, I could hear my heartbeat getting louder and louder.
I couldn't remember the last time I'd felt that way, the tension, the pure electricity. The best part was that he clearly could feel it too. After saving the underground, my life had grown monotonous, but here he was to break it. A hero for a hero. That couldn't be a coincidence ... right?
yeah this is a story about my bestie's dad and his friend :)
Nagaraj stared from the back of the classroom at the new kid. The boy was fit, stylish, perhaps a tad bit attractive ? A few minutes earlier, the boy had introduced himself as Kiran. What a lovely name, one that just rolls off the tongue. A beautiful name for a beautiful boy.
Naga quietly drunk in his appearance, he was tall and lean, his muscles subtly flexed through his short sleeves with every movement, his jaw clenching as he listened to the class.
"Nagaraj. Nagaraj !"
He snapped out of his trance to see his teacher fuming at him.
"Daydreaming in class ?"
"N-no sir."
"Well then, why don't you tell me which compound is called a mixed anhydride ?"
"S-s-sir ..."
He glanced back at Kiran to see his reaction. Gosh he had to be making the worst first impression. But to his surprise, Kiran didn't look disgusted or appalled, he instead calmly stared into Naga's eyes as his lips started to curl up, forming a friendly smile.
"Since Nagaraj clearly hasn't been listening, would anyone else like to answer ?"
Kiran's hand shot up, his eyes still locked with Naga's.
"It's nitrogen dioxide, sir"
His voice was rich and low, and it reverberated through Naga's chest. He punctuated his sentence with a slick wink at Naga, making the latter feel light-headed.
"Brilliant Kiran ! You see, Nagaraj ? Our new student is answering and your good-for-nothing ass is still stammering !"
Naga's head tuned it all out, it was nothing he hadn't heard before anyways. He slowly slunk back into his chair, now even more in awe of the boy he was staring at. Kiran had finally broken eye contact and was now looking into his textbook, running a hand through his hair.
Kiran just exuded confidence, something Naga wouldn't know about as a kid who was practically invisible. People either didn't know he existed, or hated him. He preferred the former, being invisible was fine for him, he didn't want to talk to people or for them to talk to him.
Kel seductively roamed about the midnight streets of Venice, tossing a rotten carrot into the air, only to catch it again. He had to find some way to put the vegetable to use. His eyes scanned the area, eventually landing on her.
Thicc, stronk, and milky, Bessi grazed the fields, unaware of the eyes trained on her. She continued to devour the grass beneath her as the man approached her, as if she was magnetic.
After finishing her patch, Bessi turned around to seek another but instead, found herself face to face with him.
"Hey there baby girl, isn't it pasture bedtime ?" he growled, like a wolf hunting down a calf. She suddenly felt a wave of heat wash over her. Her lower lip trembled as she hesitantly stammered, "mooo-oo-ooo".
"Mmmhm. So ... what's a sexy heifer like you doing all alone at this time ?"
He was practically whispering as he twirled the carrot between his long fingers.
"Mmm ... m-mooooo."
Her four legs started to shake, as he took a step closer to her.
"You know, when I first laid my eyes on you, I thought you were a bull, because girl, I seriously wanted to take you for a ride."
Noticing how flustered she was, Kel let out a low chuckle as he placed a hand on her back and dangled the carrot inches from her lips. He leaned forward to mutter into her ear,
"I'd love to make you moo for me."
He could feel her heart rate slowly elevating through his fingers. Her breathing started to get faster as he leaned even closer towards her, his lips softly brushing against her ear.
She slowly turned her head to look into his eyes, begging for it. He softly purred to give her the permission she required. In an instant, her head lurched forward to capture the carrot, her tongue wrapping around it and enveloping his fingers.
He chuckled as she licked every last bit of it until there was nothing left. She looked him back in the eyes once she was done, her gaze piercing through him seductively. It was at that exact moment that he knew. He knew that he was in love.
"Baby, all my life I'd been searching for a milf to moo me right but now ... now I know that what I really needed was milk."
"Mooooo ?"
Her heart and four stomachs beyond touched.
"I think I'm udderly head over hooves for you baby, I want to wake up next to you every single moo-rning. I can't imagine a single day of my life without moo. I- I have to ask."
He slowly got down on one knee, his eyes locking with hers.
"Will you make me the milkiest man on earth and dairy me ?"
"MOO MOO MOO !!"
She leaped into the air, ecstatic, filled to the brim with both happiness and and a bit of lust.
"I'm so glad you sexy livestock ..." he laughed, still down on his one knee. But it was the happiest moment of Bessi's life, she couldn't stop.
"MOO MOO MOOOO !!!"
"Baby baby calm down," Kel said, his chuckles beginning to get more nervous. The carrot was starting to kick in, she couldn't stop, her body was no longer under her control. She began to whip her body all over the place, hopping up and down as her legs flew beneath her.
"Baby-"
That was the last word to ever escape Kel's lips. Bessi had accidentally trampled him to death.
Kel's best hoes moo-rned for him, Veggie was disgusted by his love for a cow, Mans and Chair were both beyond confused and his x bby, Sera, claimed that she'd always known that it would happen.
Bessi, on the other hand, didn't have any hoes. An investigation and court trial declared her guilty of moo-rder. She was sent to horny jail, a place for all the guilty cattle, and later, she was placed on death hoe. For her final meal, she asked for a single rotten carrot. She savored it, she licked it up, she remembered what it felt like to be in love.
Oh the déjà moo.
"After Ekla and Amogh ... after all the heartbreak ... after the perfect life was snatched from my grubby hands ... I can't see straight ... I can't think straight ..."
Viviso found herself sobbing alone in the corner of a pub, just hours after leaving her husband. She'd found out that the man she was having an affair with, also happened to be in a relationship with her husband. She hated boy gays. Only girl gays were cool, like King Princess.
"I AM RUINED !" she wailed, her cries echoing through the nearly empty pub.
"WHO WILL RELIEVE MY HORNINESS NOW ?"
Right then, almost as if on queue, a really sexy bartender began to approach her.
Her greasy eyes sparkled as her potato body started to feel sensations.
"Not as sexy as Ekla ... no one could ever beat his smexcc ... but this attractive cucumber ..."
She let out a soft moan.
"He could treat me right."
She was snapped out of her trance by a low, masculine growl.
"Hey kiddo, you're not allowed to be here. We should help get you back to your mum huh ?"
Viviso's horny little brain filtered it all out. Her throat was suddenly as dry as a desert, all she could do was stutter at the sight of the beautiful beast.
She thought she'd never feel it again but oh boy was she wrong. For what certainly wouldn't be the last time,
Still carrying Ramdev, Sadhguru bounded towards the bedroom and soon, his hand had found the knob. Ramdev watched as the man's hand gripped it, every muscle bulging as he turned it. It felt like it was happening in slow motion, or maybe it was, considering how effortlessly sexy the older man was. Ramdev's heart skipped a beat as he heard the loud click of the lock, the door sliding inwards. He knew exactly when it happened, the moment Sadh's heart rate shot up, pounding so hard Ramdev could feel it in him too. Sadh stared at the sight and then looked back down at the man he was carrying. His gaze penetrated Ramdev's, clearly filled to the brim with raw agony. Unable to look at the sorrow he had caused, Ramdev let his head fall to the side to see what Sadh had.
Ravishankar was asleep and splayed across the bed, with nothing but a blanket failing to cover him. Chawanprash stained the sheets, the floor, there was even some on the man's chest.
This was the most vulnerable Ramdev had ever seen Sadh. His eyes were empty, the smirk had been wiped from his lips and replaced with a soft tremble. Why was he even looking at his lips ?
Ravishankar began to stir in bed, grumbling as he got off his side. He lifted his arms up and stretched them, his muscles flexing as he let out a soft moan. Ramdev could feel Sadh's grip on him tightening in a way that felt protective. Was he actually jealous ?
Ravishankar's eyes finally opened and the first thing they landed on was the sight of Sadh carrying Ramdev, the two of them staring wordlessly.
"W-who are you ? What are you doing with my boyfriend ? Ram, do you know this man ?" he stammered, nervously yet firmly.
Ramdev looked back up at the man carrying him as he heard the word escape his lips, softly.
It was open mic night at Grillby's. Mans shook out her arms and took several deep breaths. She'd only moved to Snowdin Town two weeks ago and she was determined to make a great first impression by doing what she did best, blowing them away with her killer vocals.
"Next up, we got our brand new resident singing for us, put your hands together for Mans Hedge !"
Stage fright wasn't usually a problem for her but this time was different. She took one last deep breath and approached the small stage (which was just a bunch of crates covered with a blanket).
The room went dark except for a spotlight on her. She began to sing, starting off shaky but quickly getting into it, belting out the words to "Fishy Love". Before she knew it, she was at the last line.
"Got a case of fishy loveeee ...."
As the final note faded out, it became more apparent how silent the room was. Her heart dropped, was she not good enough ? Was there something on her face ? Was it a banana slice ?
She dramatically raised her arms, embracing the tomatoes she was sure would be coming but instead heard ... applause ?
The crowd burst into joyous cheers, chanting her name and throwing flowers onto the stage. She did it, she had made the ultimate first impression.
An hour later, she found herself at the bar, asking Grillby for a mug of chocolate milk (because underage baby she -w-). She took a big sip but almost spit it out when she heard a deep voice behind her.
"So you're the new girl eh ?"
Mans whirled around to see the most attractive person she'd ever seen. A blue woman, a fish actually, with luscious red hair, tied up into a high ponytail. She was wearing a leather jacket (ooh leather kinky) and bleached jeans and one of her ears (fins ? [finLEY-]) was riddled with silver piercings. Mans finally focused on the stranger's face - she had a kind face, an eyepatch covering one eye while the other was a radiant yellow.
"You've been staring for a pretty long time there love."
Mans immediately snapped out of her trance as she tried to recall the question.
"Ah. Yeah. Yes ! Yeah yes, ah, I ... yeah." she choked out.
The woman stared at her for a while and then let out a low chuckle. "Mans right ? I'm Undyne, and I'd love to get to know you better," she practically purred, enunciating each word.
Mans began to panic, she thought the rest of the night would be chill after her big performance but now some hot fish woman was flirting with her ?
"Uh, yeah, yes me too ! I would love to too. Love to get to know you I mean. I mean I'd love to do anything with you really. But I don't mean that in a creepy way. Not that you're being creepy though, you're totally great."
She stopped herself from saying any more and just shot the woman a small thumbs up instead.
Mans was so busy scolding herself in her head that she didn't notice Undyne leaning against the counter, smiling at her as her eyes glimmered.
"Wanna get out of here ?" Undyne said softly, but in the sexiest possible way.
Anil finally visited his room, with a small wave at his sexy patient, he began to examine his vitals. Kel had been waiting days for another visit from his favorite doctor. Too nervous to make small talk, he just watched, breathless as the older man got to work, comparing charts and adjusting his machine. He had no idea the man was thinking the same things, craving him the same way. Anil made his way over to the side of the bed, leaning over Kel as he reached for some documents. The closer he got, the stronger his musk was for Kel. He couldn't take it anymore.
"Doc, please give me the flu I'm begging you."
Anil knew he didn't have to hold back any longer, the words flowed out of his lips.
"Baby, I'll only ever infect you. I swear I'll make sure you'll be in here for days, weeks, maybe months ... under my personal care."
Kel whimpered softly, struggling to believe that this was actually happening.
"I'll be taking care of you all day all night baby boy, helping you with those tubes," Anil growled.
Kel's breath hitched at the subtle innuendo. Noticing, Anil smirked and then continued,
"I know how troublesome it must be, the tube out of reach from that beautiful hand. But these two hands are all yours, they'll replace yours, do whatever you need, whatever you crave,"
"whatever you desire ..."
"I desire ... you ... why don't you reach in doctor ?"
"right now ? you naughty minx ..."
"Not just right now daddy, I want you here all the time"
Anil chuckled deeply as he slowly removed his stethoscope.
She saw her in the distance. With a few flaps, she found herself face to face with the most breathtaking sight. Mans flipped her hair, cutely adjusting her glasses. “Bzz bzz,” Ambrosia sighed softly. She knew that she was the one.
With all her might, Ambrosia put on the finest show of the six weeks of her life. Seductive flapping, melodic buzzing, topped off with some pole-dancing she had seen Man’s (really sexy) friend do every day.
She ended her routine with a slide onto the table in front of Mans, with an anther clenched between her teeth. Mans didn’t even know what to say, that was the most beautiful thing she’d seen in her life. Ambrosia was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen.
There were no words spoken, just a magnetic force pulling the two of them together slowly. Mans involuntarily started to lean forward as Ambrosia flapped gently, inching towards her. They got closer and closer whe-
“IS THAT A FUCKING BEE OH MY FUCKING GOD,“ came a seductive yell from the distance.
It all happened so fast.
One moment, the lovers were about to unite. The next …
Mans felt her heart drop. For a fraction of a second, she had seen a yellow and black blur but the next, it was gone. Her gaze dropped to the floor and her breath hitched.
Ambrosia was on the floor, limbs splayed. Her wings flapped erratically at first, but slowly got slower. Her stinger was broken and one of her legs were missing.
Mans dropped to her knees, tears rolling down her cheeks and onto the floor. She picked her love up gently, a tear falling directly onto Ambrosia. “BZZ BZZ,” she yelled. Not understanding, Mans began to speak, “My love, our time together was so short. Too short.” Ambrosia began to buzz and at the beginning, she understood nothing, but as she continued, it slowly started to make sense to her, the buzzes unraveling in her mind.
“Bzz most bzz bzz beautiful bz bz bzz love bzz,” she heard the bee whisper, clearly straining herself. “I wish it wasn’t this way. I wanted to spend my whole life with you,” Mans said softly, between sobs. “Bzz my life span was only gonna last a day more perhaps bzz” “Those would’ve been the best couple of days of my life.”
Ambrosia was deeply moved. She felt the life pouring out of her, quicker now. She knew she only had a few more seconds left. She gathered all her energy to say, as she died, “I buzz you, you beeauty. Remembeer me honey…”
Her five eyes fluttered shut and Mans began to wail, loudly and melodically because she’s way too fucking talented.
“I buzz you too, so so much. I’ll never forget you I swear on my empty life.”
She was startled by the sound of a seductive voice above her. She looked up to she one of her roommates, Shera. “Are you okay there-” she said, effortlessly fine with every word.
“You. YOU.” Mans clenched her fists, filled with nothing but fury. She glared at Shera, ready to give her a piece of her mind, but the longer she stared, the less upset she felt. What was she thinking, being angry at such a smexc face. Shera looked at her, confused and really attractive. “You don’t seem okay zappa besite,” she said.
“Now that your seductive face is here, I’m chill,” Mans said cheerfully. “Now, lets go watch XTale with the others.”
He walked into the bar, tail wagging nervously. He felt all eyes on him as he got closer. With every step, glitter fell off of his face and onto the floor. With every step, he felt heavier.
After what felt like ages, he found himself on the stage. It was glimmering in the light - the pole. He took a deep breath and wrapped his tail around it. He heard the voices of all his loved ones in his head, encouraging him to show himself to the world.
“It’s an art, but so are you,” his sexy uncle Kel had whispered to him as he laid in bed after his first time on the pole.
“We love you so much,” his insanely attractive moms, Shera and Mans had told him every day.
*facepalm* his aunts Veggie and Zui had said.
They all believed in him. It was time for him to believe.
At the start, he was holding on for dear life, by the end, Spermthak was flying.
she looked up from her “sexiest korean men of the year” magazine at the sound of her lover giggling under the sheets right next to her. “what’s so funny baby ?” she asked as she turned around to face him. she forgot all about her concerns at the sight of his muscular back facing her, his shoulder blades protruding, something about it was so sexy to her. she snapped out of her trance as she heard him laughing even louder. “hope baby, what is it ?!” he quickly turned around at the sound of her voice. it was instinctive at this point since he was so used to her being dominant and controlling him. “it’s nothing vivi baby, just something a friend sent me.” viviktha still felt rather suspicious but decided to let it go, it was hard for her to be angry at the handsome face in front of her.
“well then viviso baby, I guess you need me to go before your husband gets here huh ?” he said in that smexc deep voice of his.
“as much as I hate to say it, yeah you do.” she said sadly, watching him as he got out of bed and got ready to leave.
the most fun vivikta ever had was when eklavya was over. her husband, amogh, was nothing like him. amo was boring, incredibly stupid, had no friends, was really short, had these huge-ass glasses (that he’d tend to sit on and break occasionally), he was nothing like the korean men she was into. but eklavya …. she bit her lip as she drifted off into deep thought about how lucky she was.
she realized that she should be getting ready too before amo gets back. she stretched her short, potato-like arms and yawned, bumping into the nightstand and pushing her lover’s phone onto the ground. she bent over to pick it up for him but froze halfway as she took a long look at his latest notification.
“waiting 4 u bby … 😉🍑 ”- from my kuso 🍆
she then saw the number listed next to the contact name and it belonged to exactly who she was praying it wasn’t. she felt the air being sucked out from her lungs, her whole body freezing. she let out a soft whimper as the tears began to roll down her potato-like cheeks. “how could he ?” she thought. “how could both of them …” she snapped her head upwards to face the man she thought she loved. she took a deep breath and furiously growled,
