#fanfition

Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Undertale (Video Game) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Sans (Undertale)/Reader, Sans/Undertale Player, Toriel (Undertale) & Reader, Papyrus (Undertale) & Reader, Alphys/Undyne (Undertale), Undyne (Undertale) & Reader, Alphys (Undertale) & Reader, Everyone & Reader Characters: Reader, Flowey (Undertale), Toriel (Undertale), Napstablook (Undertale), Sans (Undertale), Papyrus (Undertale), Monster Kid (Undertale), Undyne (Undertale), Mad Dummy (Undertale), Alphys (Undertale), Mettaton (Undertale), Muffet (Undertale), Asgore Dreemurr Additional Tags: No Use of Y/N for Reader-Insert, Gender of Reader-Insert is Not Specified, Reader Is Not Frisk (Undertale), Reader Is Not Chara (Undertale), Panic Attacks, Suicidal Thoughts, Paranoia, Depersonalization, imposter syndrome, Anxiety Disorder, Temporary Character Death, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Angst, Slow Burn, Character Study, writing exercise that got out of hand, Generous use of dry humor & puns, no beta we die like the six fallen humans, Undertale Pacifist Route, Queerplatonic Relationships, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Some tags left out on purpose, No AI Used, Reader has never done genocide route Summary:

𑣲 Neteyams cock won’t fit so you try other options.

Neteyam’s cock was too big for you.

You both knew it. Even after months of trying, of stretching and patience and lots of his fingers and tongue, the thick head of his cock still wouldn’t fit inside you without real pain. 

He was just too huge. 

But that didn’t stop the two of you from finding other ways to feel good.

Tonight you were in your shared hammock, the woven fabric gently swaying as you straddled one of his thick, muscular thighs. Neteyam was lying back, watching you with dark eyes, one big hand resting on your hip while the other slowly stroked his massive cock. The heavy length rested against his stomach, already leaking, veins standing out as he pumped it lazily.

You were completely bare, your slick pussy pressed right against the hard muscle of his thigh. You started moving slowly, rubbing your swollen clit up and down the smooth, warm skin, leaving a shiny wet trail every time you rolled your hips.

“Fuck… you feel good,” Neteyam murmured, voice thick with that accent you loved when he spoke English. His hand on your hip squeezed gently, guiding you a little. “Using my thigh like this makes you look like a slut… you think so? .”

You moaned softly, pressing down harder, grinding your clit against the firm muscle. The friction felt so good, especially with the way his thigh flexed under you every time he stroked himself. Your breasts bounced lightly with every roll of your hips, nipples hard in the cool night air.

Neteyam’s eyes stayed locked on your pussy, watching how wet you were getting his skin. “That’s it, yawne… rub your pretty clit on me. Make yourself feel good.”

You leaned forward, bracing your hands on his broad chest, and started moving faster. Your slick folds dragged along his thigh as you humped him desperately, the wet sounds obscene in the quiet space. Every time your clit caught just right against the hard muscle you whimpered, thighs trembling around his leg.

He groaned low, his own hand moving faster on his cock. “You’re soaking me… so wet just from my thigh.. think you could get pregnant like this?”

You laughed breathlessly but it turned into a moan as you ground down harder, chasing a perfect pressure on your clit. Neteyam’s free hand slid up to cup one of your bouncing breasts, thumb brushing over your nipple, making you arch into his touch.

“Feels so good, Teyam…” you gasped, hips moving faster, almost frantic now. “Your thigh is so big… so strong…”

He flexed it under you on purpose and you cried out, rubbing your clit even harder against the tensed muscle. The sight of his huge hand stroking that massive cock while you humped his thigh pushed you closer and closer.

“Come on my thigh, baby,” he rasped, voice strained as he pumped his cock faster. “Want to feel you cum all over me.”

You did. With a broken moan you pressed down hard and came, thighs shaking violently around his leg as your pussy pulsed and gushed against his skin. Neteyam groaned right after you, thick ropes of cum shooting across his own stomach and chest while he watched you ride out your orgasm on his thigh.

You collapsed forward onto his chest, panting, your slick pussy still twitching against his wet thigh. Neteyam wrapped both big arms around you, kissing the top of your head as he held you close.

“Next time,” he whispered against your hair, voice soft and full of promise, “we’ll keep stretching you until my cock finally fits.”

You smiled against his chest, still catching your breath, already excited for all the practice that would take.

LOOK AT MY BABY JUNE ALL GROWNN UPPPP SHES GETTING BIGGERRRR NOOOOOO

𑣲 Neteyam loves to spit on you

Neteyam used spit for everything.

On days when he would run the thick head of his cock slowly through your folds, he’d lean over and spit right onto your pussy, watching the warm saliva mix with your wetness before rubbing it in with slow, messy circles until you were glistening and slippery. 

He’d spit on your nipples, watching them shine before sucking them clean. 

He’d spit on your stomach, letting it pool in the dip of your belly button just so he could lean down and lick it all up with his big, warm tongue, humming because he loved the taste of you mixed with him.

It became one of his favorite little habits, claiming you in the filthiest, most intimate ways.

Tonight was no different.

You were on your back in the soft woven mats of your shared space, legs spread wide around his hips as Neteyam hovered over you. His cock was heavy and hard, sliding lazily between your soaked folds, teasing your clit with every slow roll of his hips. You were already a mess, breathing fast, hands gripping his strong arms.

Neteyam looked down at you with dark, hungry eyes. He slowed his movements, one big hand coming up to cup your jaw, thumb brushing over your bottom lip.

“Open your mouth, yawne,” he murmured, voice low and rough.

You obeyed without hesitation, parting your lips and looking up at him with wide, trusting eyes. Neteyam leaned closer, his face inches from yours. He gathered saliva in his mouth, then slowly let it drip down — a thick, warm string of spit falling directly onto your tongue.

The moment it landed you moaned softly, the warm, slightly salty taste of him making your pussy clench around nothing. Neteyam watched intently, eyes half lidded with lust as you kept your mouth open for him.

“Good,” he whispered, voice thick. “Hold it there for me.”

He leaned down and kissed you deeply, his tongue sliding into your mouth to taste his own spit mixed with yours. The kiss was messy and wet, strings of saliva connecting your lips when he finally pulled back. 

He did it again — spitting directly into your open mouth, watching the way your throat moved when you swallowed for him.

“Fuck… look at you,” he groaned, hips starting to grind harder against your pussy. “So pretty.”

You whimpered, arching up into him, your hands sliding into his braids. “More, Teyam… please.”

He didn’t make you wait. He spit into your mouth once more, thicker this time, then kissed you again, licking into your mouth like he couldn’t get enough. His cock kept sliding through your folds, the head catching on your clit with every thrust until you were shaking.

When he finally pushed inside you, filling you in one slow, deep stroke, he spit into your mouth one last time — right as he bottomed out. You moaned loudly around the kiss, clenching hard around his thick cock as the overwhelming mix of sensations pushed you over the edge.

Neteyam groaned your name against your lips, hips stuttering as he followed you, filling you with hot pulses of cum while still kissing you slow and deep, sharing the taste of his spit between you.

He stayed buried inside you afterward, forehead pressed to yours, breathing hard.

“You’re mine,” he whispered, thumb gently wiping a stray drop of saliva from the corner of your mouth. “Every part of you.”

You smiled up at him, dazed and happy, pulling him down for another messy kiss.

𑣲 kisses with neteyam got a little too awkard...

You and Neteyam had been courting for a while now, taking things slow and sweet the way you both preferred. 

Touches were gentle, kisses were soft and quick, always respectful. But tonight, hidden away in a quiet glowing alcove near the river where the bioluminescent plants cast soft blue and purple light across your skin, something was different.

You were sitting in his lap, straddling his thick thighs as the kiss started slow. Neteyam’s big hands rested respectfully on your waist, thumbs brushing small circles against your sides. 

His mouth moved against yours with care, lips soft and warm. When his tongue shyly brushed yours, you sighed into the kiss and melted closer.

The longer you kissed, the more you relaxed. You shifted in his lap to get more comfortable, scooting forward a little. The movement caused your core to rub right against the growing bulge in his loincloth. 

You didn’t think anything of it because you were too focused on how good his tongue felt sliding against yours.

Neteyam’s breath hitched. His fingers flexed on your waist, but he didn’t say anything.

You kept kissing him deeper, tilting your head, lost in the warmth of his mouth and the way his hands felt on you. 

A few moments later you repositioned again, rolling your hips slightly as you tried to settle better. Another slow grind against his now rock hard cock.

He groaned quietly into your mouth, the sound low and shaky. You felt his cock twitch hard under you, but you were so caught up in the kiss you didn’t fully register what was happening.

Neteyam tried so hard to stay in control. His hands stayed on your waist, holding you gently, but every innocent little shift of your hips was driving him crazy. The warm press of your pussy through your loincloth, the way you kept accidentally rubbing along his length…it was too much. His cock was throbbing, leaking steadily, the front of his loincloth already damp.

You repositioned one more time, sliding forward as you deepened the kiss, pressing down firmly against him.

That was all it took.

Neteyam groaned deeply into your mouth, his hips jerking up once as he came hard in his loincloth. Thick, warm pulses of cum soaked through the fabric, spilling against your core while his whole body tensed beneath you. His hands gripped your waist tighter, fingers trembling as wave after wave rolled through him. He tried to stay quiet, but soft, embarrassed sounds kept slipping out against your lips.

He pulled back from the kiss, breathing fast, face flushed dark with shame. His ears were pinned flat against his head.

“I’m… I’m so sorry,” he whispered, voice rough and guilty. “I didn’t mean to— please don’t think I’m gross or that I only want you for this. I like you so much, I just… I couldn’t stop it. I’m sorry.”

You looked at him for a moment, taking in his embarrassed expression. Then you let out a soft, comforting laugh, not mocking at all. You cupped his face with both hands, thumbs gently stroking his cheeks as you smiled at him.

“Neteyam,” you said softly, still smiling. “It’s okay. Really. I’m not mad or disgusted. I like that I can make you feel that good… it makes me happy.”

He searched your eyes, still clearly embarrassed. “You’re not… uncomfortable?”

You shook your head and leaned in, pressing a sweet, reassuring kiss to his lips. “No. I like you too. A lot. All of you. Even this.” You nuzzled your nose against his. “We’re still learning each other. It’s okay if things happen.”

Neteyam let out a shaky breath, tension slowly melting from his shoulders. He wrapped his arms around you properly and pulled you closer, burying his face in your neck as he held you tight.

“I really like you,” he murmured against your skin, voice full of relief and affection. “More than you know. I don’t want to mess this up.”

“You’re not messing anything up,” you whispered back, running your fingers through his braids soothingly. “We’ll go slow. Or… not so slow. Whatever feels right.”

He lifted his head and kissed you again, softer this time, full of gratitude. Even with the sticky warmth between you, he didn’t pull away. He just held you close, kissing you gently until both of you were smiling again.

𑣲 𝐀𝐨𝐧𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞

nothing felt usual anymore. 

Not since you told Ao’nung you were carrying his child.

Your belly had only just started to round, a soft, firm swell under your woven top, but your tits were already heavier, fuller, nipples darker and more sensitive. 

Ao’nung couldn’t keep his hands off any of it. 

His big palm was always there, splayed wide and warm over your belly, thumb stroking slow circles as he began talking to the baby through your skin. 

He walked with you everywhere, arm curled tight around your waist, pulling you flush against his side so your swollen breasts pressed into his chest. His tail kept brushing your thigh, thick and possessive.

Everyone noticed.

Especially his parents.

Ronal watched from the healing marui as Ao’nung guided you along the woven paths. His head was bent low, lips brushing your ear, murmuring little praises only you could hear. 

One massive hand slid under the edge of your top to press bare against your belly, fingers spread wide, rubbing slow and greedy. His other hand kept drifting lower, palming the curve of your ass and squeezing. 

Tonowari stepped up beside his mate, arms crossed, a low chuckle rumbling out.

“Look at our son,” Ronal murmured, her own hand drifting to her stomach at the memory. “He hasn’t been more than a breath away since she told him. Touching her belly constantly.”

Tonowari’s grin widened, eyes flicking over the way Ao’nung’s smile widened as he pressed closer to you. “Reminds me of you. When you carried him.” His voice dropped, rough with old hunger. “I couldn’t stop touching your belly..”

Ronal’s lips curved, sharp but fond. “You were worse. Growling at anyone who came near..”

They both watched as Ao’nung tugged you tighter against him, You leaned into him, cheeks warm, one of your smaller hands covering his on your belly. 

The baby gave a tiny kick right then—strong enough for both of you to feel it. Ao’nung groaned softly, as he leaned down and kissed your rounded stomach.

You squirmed, face tightening from the attention, a little whimper slipping out. He noticed immediately, blue eyes flicking up to your face.

“They’re staring,” you whispered, embarrassed.

“Let them stare,” Ao’nung muttered against your belly, voice low and thick.

Tonowari clapped a big hand on his son’s shoulder as you reached them, eyes twinkling with pride. “You have to slow down, son.”

Ronal stepped closer, her sharp gaze softening. She laid her palm beside Ao’nung’s on your belly, feeling the little flutter, then glanced at you “Just like when I carried you,” she told Ao’nung quietly. “Your father couldn’t keep his hands off me either. ” She met Tonowari’s eyes, a rare warm smile breaking through. “We’re going to be grandparents.”

Ao’nung didn’t pull away. He stayed pressed against your back, chin on your shoulder, one hand still rubbing your rounded belly while the other stayed on your waist, thumb lazily circling your skin through the fabric.

“Im going to be a father,” he said, voice wrecked, lips brushing your neck. “You’re giving me everything. I’ll spend every day touching you, showing our son how to hunt… everything.”

You huffed a shy laugh, ears flicking, but you melted back into his chest anyway, letting him hold you while his parents watched with excited eyes.

The whole village could see it. Ao’nung had never been more in love.

𑣲 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐍𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐲𝐚𝐦 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐟 𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝

This was the only place left where he still felt real.

Neteyam.

Even months after the battle, after the sky people’s weapons tore through him, you came here every night. The Metkayina village had learned to stop asking. 

They saw the way your eyes stayed hollow, the way your hands trembled when you tried to weave or hunt. You were a ghost haunting the living.

And here, in the spirit world, he waited for you.

His form shimmered into view—tall, strong, those golden eyes warm and sad as they found yours. 

He looked exactly as you remembered him before the end: broad shoulders, gentle smile, the faint glow of his freckles like stars across his skin. You reached for him instantly, fingers passing through his chest before he solidified enough for you to feel the warmth of him.

“You came again,” he murmured, voice low and rough with his familiar accent. His large hands cupped your face, thumbs brushing your cheeks even though the touch felt distant.

“I can’t stop,” you whispered, pressing closer. Your forehead rested against his, tears already slipping free. “Every time I try to sleep without you, it hurts too much. The village feels empty. The ocean feels empty. I feel empty, Teyam.”

He pulled you into his arms, holding you against his chest the way he used to—your smaller body fitting perfectly into his. You could almost smell the forest on his skin, almost feel the steady rumble of his breathing. For a moment it was perfect. For a moment he was yours again.

“I know, yawne,” he breathed into your hair, one hand stroking down your back in slow, soothing passes. “I feel it too. Every time you come here, I feel how much you’re hurting. It tears at me.”

You clung tighter, nails digging into his shoulders like you could anchor him here forever. “Then don’t make me leave. Stay with me. Let me keep coming. I don’t want anyone else. I only want you.”

Neteyam was quiet for a long time. His tail curled behind him gentle and familiar, but when he finally spoke his voice cracked.

“You have to stop.”

The words landed like a spear to the chest. You jerked back, staring up at him with wide, wet eyes. “What?”

His expression was shattered, golden eyes glistening, jaw tight because it hurt him more to say it. “You have to move on…Find someone alive. Someone who can hold you properly, laugh with you, give you the life I can’t anymore.”

“No.” The word tore out of you, desperate. You grabbed his face, pulling him down until your lips almost brushed. “I don’t want alive. I want you. I visit every night because this is the only place I still feel alive. Without you everything .... Please, Neteyam… don’t make me do this alone.”

He leaned in anyway, pressing his forehead to yours, eyes squeezed shut as tears slipped down his own cheeks. “I would give anything to stay with you. Anything. But I’m gone, my love. I’m part of Eywa now. And every time you come here, you’re killing yourself a little more. I see it. I feel it. Your spirit is breaking.”

You sobbed openly now, clutching at him as his form hugged you tighter . “I love you. I love you so much it hurts to breathe without you.”

“I know,” he whispered, voice thick and breaking. “I love you too. More than the forest, more than the sky. That’s why I have to say this. You deserve sun on your skin and strong arms around you at night. You deserve a mate who can give you children and grow old with you. Not… not this. Not chasing my ghost until it destroys you.”

His hands slid down to rest over your heart, warm and trembling. “Let me go, yawne. Please. It’s killing me to watch you suffer like this.”

You shook your head, crying harder, pressing frantic kisses to his jaw, his neck, anywhere you could reach. “I can’t. I don’t know how.”

“You do,” he said softly, pulling back just enough to look at you. His thumbs wiped your tears, even as his own fell. “You’re the strongest person I’ve ever known. My fierce girl. You’ll find your way. And when you do… I’ll be watching. Smiling. Waiting until it’s your time to join me properly.”

The connection started to fade. The glow of the Tree dimmed around you as he pressed one last, lingering kiss to your lips, soft, deep, full of every unsaid promise and every broken future.

“I love you,” he whispered against your mouth, one final time. 

Then he was gone.

You woke gasping on the roots of the Tree, tears streaming down your face, the ocean lapping coldly at your legs. The ache in your chest felt bigger than the reef itself. Empty. Gutted.

But somewhere deep inside, beneath the pain, his words echoed.

Live for me.

You stayed there until dawn, curled small and shaking, whispering his name into the wind like a prayer. Moving on felt impossible. But for him… maybe one day you could try.

But you knew that you would never remate. 

𑣲 𝐍𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐲𝐚𝐦 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬… 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐞𝐰𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬

Neteyam has always loved giving you things he made himself. 

At first it was little accessories like beads for your hair, woven bracelets, pretty shells. But lately he’s been completely obsessed with making you clothes. Flower tops that barely cover anything, delicate bottoms that sit low on your hips. He spends hours working on them, tailoring everything just for you even learning your proportions so they fit perfectly.

But one day he made a top a little too small. 

The water and sun had shrunk the fibers and when you put it on, your breasts were practically spilling out the sides and bottom, your nipples barely contained. Instead of apologizing, Neteyam just stared, his eyes dark, breathing a little heavier. 

He’s been making special pieces ever since — pieces only he gets to see.

Tonight is one of those nights.

You’re standing in the middle of your shared space wearing his latest creation. The top is nothing but thin woven vines and soft leaves, stretched so tight across your chest that both your nipples are completely exposed, your tits bulging out the sides. The bottoms are even worse — hugging your pussy so tightly the fabric is wedged between your lips, outlining everything, the back disappearing between your ass cheeks.

Neteyam is sitting back against the woven mats, loincloth already pushed aside, his thick cock in his hand as he slowly strokes himself. His eyes are locked on you.

“Turn around for me,” he says, voice low and rough.

You smile and slowly turn, giving him a full view of your ass. The bottoms are so tight they’re practically disappearing. You hook your fingers into the sides and teasingly pull them down just enough to let the fabric slip out from between your pussy lips, then bend over, spreading your legs a little so he can see everything.

“Fuck…” Neteyam groans, stroking faster. “Look at how wet you are already.”

You straighten up and face him again, shaking your tits slowly, making them bounce in the tiny top. Your nipples are hard and fully out. You cup your breasts and squeeze them together, pushing them up even more until they nearly spill completely free.

Neteyam’s hand moves quicker, breathing getting heavy.

You keep performing for him, turning again and bending over deeper this time, reaching back to spread your ass so he can see how the bottoms are soaked and clinging to you. Then you slowly peel the top off, letting your tits bounce free completely. You play with them, pinching your nipples while swaying your hips.

“Take the bottoms off too,” he mutters, eyes half lidded. “Slow.”

You turn your back to him, bend over, and slide the tight bottoms down your thighs, letting them drop to your ankles. You step out of them and spread your legs, reaching back to spread your pussy open for him.

Neteyam groans loud, fist pumping his cock faster. Cum is already leaking from the tip, dripping down his hand and onto the mats. You keep teasing him — shaking your ass, turning around to show him your tits again, bending over in different angles while he jerks off.

He doesn’t last much longer.

With a deep groan he cums hard, thick ropes shooting across his stomach, his chest, and onto the floor. Some even lands on your feet. He keeps stroking through it, milking every drop while staring at your naked body.

You walk over to him, still completely bare, and straddle his lap, feeling his cum smeared cock press against your pussy.

“You really like making me these clothes, huh?” you tease, grinding slowly on him.

Neteyam laughs breathlessly, hands grabbing your ass. “I’m never stopping. I’ll make you a new set every week.”

He pulls you down into a messy kiss, his cum still warm between your bodies, already thinking about what he’s going to make you wear next time.

First post after like what a month???