Undertale Boiz x Reader

Blackjacks and Hookers [Lust!Grillby x Reader]

Yes, I used this video before too but WHO CARES UNDERLUST SANS IS BAE

You were hanging out around Snowdin, cigarette between your lips and a puff of smoke in your lungs. It's not like you give any damns. Being in a place as sex driven as this you've been around the block a few times. You had no sense of self worth anymore.

You stood at the back of Grillby's in nothing but your performance garb and a skimpy thin robe covering your shoulders. A nice smoke outta calm you down. You let your hair fall over one eye as you smoked your shame away. What's Shame? Nobody in this town had any god damn ammount of it.

"Hey Gorgeous~"

Speaking of that, here comes some of the scum from this town. You glance over and see Grillby standing there with a credit card between his fingers to exercise a point. He wasn't smirking st you underneath the flames.

"You know, you only get paid if ya play. I have customers waitin on ya."

You rolled your eyes, well eye. Only one was visable to the owner of this strip club hell. Being a stripper was fun on the pole, but it was the aftermath that was absolute hell. You take the cigarette out of your mouth, puff out some air, and throw it into the snow. The dust scatters over the white fluff, just like the lust scattered over the innocence of this underground.

"I'm coming, Grillbz. Let me guess, you have a big crowd?"

He nods. You cover yourself up a little more before walking up to him, looking into hos flames searching for his eyes yet again. You sigh, looking down. You remember when this wasn't always the case. When this place used to be normal. 

"Hey, (Your name). You know this is how we make money. How this place runs. If we don't not do this, we go bankrupt. Without this lifestyle, we could get called for treason. You know that."

You nod. You look back up at Grillby. You loosen your grip on the cover up. You know what? Screw the cover up! You threw off your shoulders and looked up at Grillby. Your getup was literally skimpier than just a bra and panties. A magenta thong and a very loose button up short that wasn't buttoned, showing your hot pink bra. You had lucious red lips and you wore stockings that went up to your thighs, three inch heels on top of all of that.

"Then why don't I give them a show?"

You smirk before grabbing his face and pressing your lips against the flame. You never could get used to the burn, but you could get very attracted to it. You strode passed Grillby to get to your pole where the people would await your appearance.

Grillby watched you renter the strip club. He watched your body movements as you entreated the door and screams of joy couldn't be heard before it was muffled by the door closing. Grillby pressed his fingers to his lips, which were covered in red lipstick. He remembered all about you.

How he first bought you from Muffet's after his wife was thrown away for treason, how he used you as one of his first oermenant strippers along with Sans and Papyrus, how he bought you permenantly, how he used you as a toy and you didn't even mind it, how you could kiss him and touch him and not mind that you would have third degree burns afterwards. 

This wasn't just lust anymore. He was in love with that Pole Dancer.

I actually like UnderLust, okay? I read the backstory and have my headcannons, like every other AU. Besides, it's kind of interesting to see how you can make so many different things happen here. So if you don't like it, don't read. I, for one, enjoy writing this. So I will. Unless I have requests otherwise. 

~Eva