Pairing: Listener!Sci x Erotic Voice Actor!Edge (scifell)
Rating: Minor Course Language, Mild Adult Themes (+16)
Word Count: 1,558 (8,599 characters)
Last Updated: 19th June, 2024
“Oi, delete that shit!” Edge raised his voice against an audio playing gurgled water in a loop.
“Oh man, this one sounds like you’re gagging on,” Dance makes gestures of his hand horizontally shaking an invisible cylinder on his webcam, enough to enrage the edgy skeleton even more flustered.
“YOU BETTER NOT SENT THAT TO LUST!”
“Alright, alright, I won’t!” Dance continues laughing. “You know, you should sell your voice to make cool shits like these! I would gladly pay and reuse them with Fresh’s DJ remixes!”
Edge is about to argue, but an epiphany sparks his mind and takes his best friend’s suggestion into consideration.
“Ohhhh, did ya just call me a ‘Good Boy’?” A deep flustered voice begins to growl, almost purring from Sci’s headphones as he listens in, “I’ll get you back for that one!”
The nerd smiles as he continues listening to the audio clip. His face is hot and bothered from hearing such a mysterious, dark and enchanting voice.
“Yo…” The blue hooded skeleton with a black cap waves at his face. His voice is smooth, harmonious and unique with a friendly attitude easily mistaken for a teenager. “Yo, Sci! Are you listening?”
“W-What is it…?!” Sci the soft-spoken scientist puts away his headphones, grabbing the hooligan’s attention.
“Oh, I was wondering about something else, but…”
Sci groans, expecting something related to his coworker, Outer. “Just spill it.”
“What are you listening to?”
“Umm, what?”
“You know? You got your headphones and thingy earlier…?”
Sci says nothing, thinking of an excuse as he averts his eyes.
“Can I see?”
“No!”
“Heh, too late!” Dance snatches Sci’s phone, unplugging the cord by accident when Sci gets up.
“Hey! Give it back!”
“Oh come on, just tell me what you’re listening to!” The taller skeleton puts his arm up high, far from Sci’s reach as he leans forward reaching for his phone.
“I can’t, it’s— It’s embarrassing!”
Dance snickers and taps on the play button before raising the volume.
“Mmmm, you like that, don’tcha~?!”
Sloppy wet noises can be heard after that. Sci involuntarily screams on top of the roof, hoping his voice submerges the erotic audio or deafens Dance’s ear canals.
“Oh damn, I didn’t know you’re into this sort of thing!” Dance imitates the audio, lowering his voice to a deep bass. “Oh Sci, I *need* you in so badly—”
“I SWEAR—! I-I’ll tell Outer how much income you truly make…!”
“O-Oh okay, here,” Dance immediately listens and tosses his phone back. He begs Sci not to tell his wealthy crush. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to step out of line!”
“Yeah, yeah, I know…” Sci dismisses, knowing Dance doesn’t have ill intentions and always pushes him to be more confident in himself.
“So… Who’s Mr Cock?”
“Can you *not* say that out loud?!” Sci covers Dance’s mouth and looks around if anyone else is listening. “I don’t even know. He’s an anonymous user and I just… like his voice… okay?!”
“Mkay, where did you find him?”
“O-Online…”
“But ‘where’ online…?” Dance prys.
“D… Do I have to say it?!” Sci responds under his breath, but Dance hears him with his exceptional hearing.
“Aww, come on, I won’t judge! Is it like ASMR or something? I mean, Outer likes listening to them too! Well, maybe not the smut stuff but, you know what I mean! I sometimes record myself sleeping just to help him sleep better!”
“Wait, do you know Mr Cock by any chance?”
“Nah, I’m as clueless as you are! I actually don’t share my ASMR online — only for Outer,” Dance eyes on Sci’s phone, “You know what? I’ve got nothing to do and I wanna help you find out who your mysterious Mr Cock might be *if* you allow me? Mmm? Come on, it’s free! It’s also to make up for the teasing and all…!”
Dance extends his hand, signalling Sci to trust him with his phone. Sci has a slight suspicion but curiously gets the better of him.
“F-Fine…”
The two skeletons play a couple of voice clips from the mysterious voice. They tried their best not to be distracted by the sexual growls and orgasms he made. Dance has a chaotic attention span, but he shows signs of seriousness, trying his best to focus on the audio to Sci’s surprise.
“So, W-What do you think…?” Sci covers his mouth with his arm, hiding his embarrassment.
“Hmm… not to be a speciesist, he doesn’t sound like a cock.”
“Well, no shit,” Sci narrows his eye sockets, can’t imagine himself being boned by a literal rooster in a mafia suit, “It’s their online name and persona.”
Dance laughs at his reaction, “But really, he’s definitely masculine for sure! 100% man!”
Sci squishes his eyes again.
“Oh, come on! You know Lust, right? There could be other voice actors like him who can act and sound completely different than what they look like! I mean, listen to this part — wait, let me see if I can get it,” Dance swipes and slides the audio to a specific time.
“So, err… where did you find… that dress?”
“See?! His voice cracked there! I can bet 500 G that’s his real voice!”
“Y-You’re right…”
Sci couldn’t believe he missed that detail after months of listening to Mr Cock's audio. He doesn’t think too deeply about the person behind the microphone since he respects their privacy. Or maybe there were times Sci fell asleep to them?
“Hmm… If it wasn’t for the voice crack, I would assume he’s from Underfell, Mafiatale or Mafiafell just from his accent.”
Sci stays quiet. His face is hot, exposed by Dance’s list of types he’s into, specifically with his own kind.
“By the way, have you seen Edge?”
“No, w-why did you ask?” Sci tries not to imagine Mr Cock as Edge, an Underfell Sans he used to crush on back in high school. Ironically, they became acquaintances because of Dance.
“Oh, I just miss him. I haven’t heard from him since last week. I’m bored this week and everyone’s always busy,” Dance groans from venting as he makes his hand on two fingers running across Sci’s desk.
“Is that why you’ve been bugging me lately?”
Dance stops what he’s doing and looks away with a guilty smile.
“Anyway, come to think about it, I haven’t seen him either,” Sci scrolls his phone to his past conversations with Edge, the latest being a month ago, “Did he mention anything about moving out, having a new job or some kind of emergency?”
“Well… his last voice call was ‘can’t talk, I have to go’ and all his messages go to voicemail. You think he’s in serious deep shit?!” Dance panics.
“I honestly don’t know,” Sci rubs his temples, “I’ll call him later if that helps, but if I find out you’re—”
“I promise it’s not a prank!”
At the end of the day, Dance says his goodbye before Sci locks his office and calls Edge on the phone. He waits until his voice message plays, “Hey, I’m not here but leave a message and I’ll call ya back soon.”
Hearing his voice immediately broke the immersion of Edge as the mysterious voice actor, not as gravelly as the stereotypical Underfells he heard from. A high-pitched tone screech for a second, indicating Sci to leave his message.
“H-Hey Edge, Dance has been bugging me lately worrying sick for you. I hope it’s not a prank, but… I hope you’re doing well yourself. Please call back or text me that you’re safe. T-Thanks…! I’ll see you later!”
Sci ends the call and makes his way back home. He sighs, wishing his laboratory could also be his apartment so he doesn’t have to walk around and keep taking transport back and forth. The thought of Edge bothers him, finding it unusual to see him and Dance without the other. The two often come in pairs — double the trouble — and have been best friends since high school. One of their pranks reminds Sci of his secondhand embarrassment when Dance told Edge that Sci likes him and was rejected on the spot for everyone to know. At least Dance made it up to Sci as he grew acquainted with the real layers beneath the facade of the edgy skeleton he crushed on. All of that puts Sci at ease, reminiscing how kind and gentle Edge was in a sweet crispy voice. A rebel with a golden heart, quite opposite to his interpretation of an Underfell monster and completely clean. In all honesty, Sci can’t imagine being associated with a real gang of mafias, but he has daydreams of having a special intimacy and connection with one, someone who’ll be rough in bed, but will always protect and take real good care of him from the shadows. A part of Sci is relieved that Edge doesn’t sound like Mr Cock as he continues listening to his wild fantasies.
For a moment, he stops playing the audio and takes a break from listening. Dance’s earlier attempt of Mr Cock’s voice puts him off and it never crosses his mind that it could be him. The thought disrupts Sci to pray harder that Dance isn’t his mysterious voice actor with clues pointing to how much free time he has and possibly fishing for compliments.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This series is originally a oneshot like every other scifell fanfics, but it'll be released by chapters due to slow progress of publishing the full story. The main plots is already planned, but it'll be written as I go along with the unfortunate risk of discontinuing from updating and posting them publicly.
Also, this series has a lot of sexual jokes, innuendos and adult themes while the story remains SFW. Basically, it has a dash of spice than what I usually write publicly before anyone can stomach the experience of Day 2 of UnderDespair!
Lastly, this story was inspired by my early 2024 discovery of erotic audiobooks, mainly a particular voice actor, and my friend mocks me — similar to Dance in the story — as we later research about different erotic contents together "for science"...! 😅
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