honeymoney with 4, 5 and 10 :))))

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4. Oddest place they’d have sex?

Given his history with sex, Cash isn’t actually awfully fond of unconventional locations (he’s had to make do with back-alleys and bathrooms and the desks of his ‘clients’ far too many times in the past for them to be considered “sexy” to him anymore). Rus likes to tease him a lot though (even in public), so Cash sometimes has difficulty restraining himself.

If “feeling each other up” counts as sex, then the oddest place is probably Edge’s dining room table. Or… beneath it, rather. During dinner. (Edge was less than pleased).

5. Favourite positions?

Rus loves riding Cash. Seeing him slowly losing control and being able to break through Cash’s reserved side is something Rus thoroughly enjoys. Every now and then though, he likes relinquishing control and just let Cash take care of him while he lies back. (That’s normally for ‘bad days’ though.)

Cash is more comfortable being on top. Truthfully, missionary is probably what he finds easiest, at first. Rus introduces him to a few more adventurous positions as the trust between them grows stronger, and eventually, Cash takes quite a liking to doggy (when he’s topping). It puts him in a place where he has almost utter control over the situation, while also allowing him that closeness he really enjoys with Rus. (And Cash isn’t overly fond of eye contact during sex. He gets embarrassed.)

10. First to orgasm? Last to orgasm? Who comes the most? Does someone ever end up unfinished?

Cash always comes first. For one, he doesn’t have much stamina (or at least, he’s never been pleasured well enough to have learnt the art of holding himself back)–but Rus is also very attentive. He always makes sure his partners come before he does, and as such, he’s always the last to orgasm. He’s very good at holding himself back. He gets anxious and embarrassed if he finishes first.

On top of that, he’ll probably make Cash come more than once–just to be safe. He doesn’t like feeling inadequate, and pleasuring his partners to the extent of his ability is essential to him. Sometimes he overwhelms Cash a bit, but this is mostly just because Cash has never really been with anyone prior to Rus who’s bothered taking such good care of him (except maybe Grillby, but that was mostly rough and unforgiving–the focus wasn’t so much on pleasure as it was on ‘claiming’.)

And Rus only ends up unfinished very occasionally. If this is the case, it’s normally because he’s been having a particularly shoddy day, and is mostly pleasuring Cash to make himself feel better (about himself). If this happens, he might not finish himself, just because of the anxiety and self-doubt stewing inside him. Most of the time though, seeing Cash in the throes of his bliss is enough for Rus.

I love my boys. Now I’m getting inspired to write that fic for them T-T Thanks Painty. (You know the one, you little bitch)

From this shipping ask meme.

HoneyVenom 1 and 10 SFW, 3 and 5 NSFW >;D

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1. Who cooks?

Razz would cook, but that might be misinterpreted as a sign of actual affection–so normally, he just takes Stretch to a lavish restaurant and pays for dinner. A little further down the line though, he might cook to try and impress Stretch (and absolutely deny that that was what he was trying to do). Deeper into their relationship (if it ever got that far. I don’t normally headcanon that it does, ironically, despite how hard I ship them)–Razz might try to teach Stretch a few kitchen tricks. Because let’s face it. Stretch is rubbish at cooking.

10. Any pets? Or plants?

There’s an ongoing argument between them over whether to get a cat or a dog (Stretch likes cats, Razz likes dogs). Eventually, they reach a grudging compromise, and get a snake. Razz thinks it’s badass, while Stretch just likes sleeping with the noodle wrapped around him. Keep in mind here that I know virtually nothing about snakes. I don’t know if this is something you can do with snakes, but they’re damn skeletons let’s just pretend okay.

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3. Any kinks they clash on?

At first, yes. The biggest one is Razz’s collaring kink. Coming from a Fell-verse, collaring has a very deep, intimate meaning behind it–particularly when it comes to someone like Stretch, who would be viewed as a monster who needs collaring in Razz’s universe. Razz is anxious to suggest this to Stretch, because of the connotations behind it. And unfortunately…. Stretch is very reluctant to the idea at first. He finds it demeaning. But…..

This is actually going to be a big part of my Honeyvenom fic (somewhere on the horizon), so I’ll keep the rest of it to myself for now 😉

5. Favourite positions?

You know me so well, Fresh.

Razz loves dominating Stretch–so anything that puts him in control is a big yes for him. However, Stretch often finds ways to tease him into semi-submission (Razz technically has control, but Stretch is very good with words and dirty talk, and ultimately gets Razz to fall apart on top of/beneath him). With all else aside though, Razz mostly enjoys having Stretch on his knees (the boy has a bit of a power kink).

Stretch mostly enjoys being on the bottom–and anything goes. He likes to lie back and see what Razz can do, often guiding him through the steps he’s unfamiliar with (Razz is a little less experienced, but Stretch is happy to assist). Straight up missionary is normally a bit too vanilla for Stretch, but unconventional locations (the couch, the kitchen table, pretty much any surface he can convince Razz to fuck him on)–are always acceptable.

Thank you, Fresh! ^^

From this shipping ask meme.

The Bonechelor – Round 3 Bone Ceremony

Round 3 (previous)

Round 4 (next)

Six becomes five… it’s time for the round three elimination!

After a wild night of kisses, cuddles, and a few dirty jokes, Cash must now pick a third contestant to eliminate. But as the competition draws on, the task becomes more and more difficult for our poor bachelor. What will his decision be this time? Let’s find out!

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The morning broke dull
and gloomy, heavy grey clouds hanging in the sky over the gardens. Cash had
little energy to drag himself out of bed. For once, he was thankful for Twist’s
assistance. His constant supply of chatter drowned out the unpleasant reminder
of the day’s upcoming ceremony that plagued Cash’s thoughts. As he pulled on
his jeans, a soft rain began to patter against his bedroom window.

“Nice weather,” Twist
commented, his gaze respectfully averted. Cash offered him little more than a
soft grunt in response. “Ya decent?” Twist asked.

“yep.”

Twist turned, a grin
unfitting of the mood plastered across his face. “Wanna grab some breakfast b’fore
the ceremony?”

“nope,” Cash said,
tying his shoelaces and standing, shoving his hands in his pockets.

“Oh. Alrigh’.” Disappointment
briefly flickered across Twist’s features, but it quickly gave way to his
typical bright enthusiasm. “Well, ya’ve got some time ta kill b’fore the bonin’—”
Cash rolled his eye-light, but didn’t interject “—wanna, uh, hang out maybe?”

Cash shrugged. “sure.
guess so.” Delighted, Twist took his arm and led him downstairs. Cash hesitated
when Twist opened the front door, casting a dubious look at the heavy rain that
now fell over the gardens. “i was, uh, kinda hoping we’d be able to stay dry,”
he remarked.

Twist slowly lifted a
brow-bone, the corner of his mouth twitching upward. “Since when’ve ya cared abou’
stayin’ dry?” He chuckled as Cash elbowed him roughly. “Alrigh’, alrigh’,” he
conceded. “We’ll take an umbrella.”

“that’s… not quite
what i…”

Twist ignored Cash as
they walked onto the front porch, grabbing an umbrella from the stand. Cash
sighed, shaking his head with a roll of his eye. Twist only beamed, putting the
umbrella up before guiding him onto the soaked lawns.

They didn’t speak,
only the pattering of raindrops above them filling the silence. The air smelled
fresh and clean, a tint of citrus touching it when they reached the orchard. “Hold
this,” Twist said, handing Cash the umbrella before he crouched, picking a
fallen orange off the dirt. He peeled it as they walked, the juices flowing
down his fingers.

“So,” he said, taking
a bite of the entire orange after giving up on trying to peel it properly, “who’ve
ya got yer mind on?” Cash lifted a brow-bone. “Fer the ceremony,” Twist clarified.
“Not jus’… in general.” He shot Cash a wink.

“why do you care?”
Cash asked, nudging a stray orange off the path with the toe of his shoe.

Twist shrugged, wiping
some of the spilt juice off his chin. “Jus’ lookin’ out fer ya.” Cash regarded
him dubiously. “An’… wanna know what ya thought a’ last night? Ya had some…
interestin’ experiences.”

Cash blushed at the
memory of how Stretch had tasted beneath his tongue, and Slim’s fingers
intertwined with his own. He didn’t offer Twist more than a stiff grumble,
keeping his eye downcast. Discarding what remained of his orange, Twist wrapped
an arm loosely around Cash’s shoulders, pressing a gentle kiss to the crown of
his skull. “Ya know, some of ‘em ‘re more worthy of ya th’n others,” he
murmured. “I jus’ wanna make sure yer… gettin’ what ya deserve.”

Cash nodded, accepting
the gentle embrace. “don’t worry. i am.”

An hour later, Cash
found himself faced—once again—by a row of the remaining contestants. The
absence of Slim’s usual ruffled jacket was noticeable, and Cash had to suppress
the magic that threatened to colour his cheekbones as he recalled last night’s
events.

He glanced over his
shoulder at Twist, who winked. Inhaling heavily, Cash summoned the first bone,
scanning the group. He took the plunge and approached Slim first, his eyes
downcast as he muttered, “i, um, owe you a hoodie too, i believe.”

Slim blinked as he
took the bone, his cheekbones turning a pale shade of amber. “r-right,” he
stammered, before hurrying to Twist’s side.

Though Cash was
relieved that was out of the way, the next part was no less flustering. Swallowing
down the burn of magic in his throat, he handed the next violet bone to
Stretch. For a few seconds, Stretch didn’t move, his eyes nervous but fixed on
Cash. At last, Cash cleared his throat. “well? what do you want me to do? kiss
you again?”

Blushing brightly,
Stretch scurried to stand beside Twist, who tugged him against his side,
leaning in to whisper, “Shoulda’ said yes,”—loud enough for Cash to hear. Over his
shoulder, Cash threw Twist an unsavoury salute, which was only met with quiet
laughter.

He gave the next bone
to Edge, who looked surprisingly embarrassed. Cash smirked, tilting his head. “thinking
about how good it felt to have my hips—”

“Shut up,” Edge said
sharply, marching past him to stand beside Stretch. He received a deliberate
look from Twist, which he firmly ignored, despite the red glow on his
cheekbones.

Looking over the three
remaining contestants, Cash formed another purple bone. His grip was tight
around it, and he was perhaps a little too forceful when he handed it to Razz,
scowling. Razz took it slowly, holding it delicately between two fingers. The
corner of his mouth turned up as he watched Cash, and he cocked his head. “Why
so glum, precious? You’ve made a wise decision.”

Behind him, Cash could
practically feel the tension coming
off Twist—or perhaps it was the low growl he emitted. Regardless, Razz fell
silent, striding confidently to stand beside his brother. Cash flexed his
fingers until his knuckles cracked, tipping his head back and breathing in to
compose himself.

He summoned the final
bone and turned to Red and Papyrus. The look on Red’s face told Cash that he
already knew what was coming—which didn’t help quash the guilt he felt at giving
the bone to Papyrus. Red’s smile remained lax, but Cash could see the
disappointed slump in his shoulders. Something shrivelled inside him, and he
closed his eyes. “red…”

“hey, relax, pal. flattered
i even made it this far.” He reached up, squeezing Cash’s arm lightly. “it was
good a’ ya ta humour me, y’know.”

Cash’s soul plummeted,
and he shook his head profusely. “n-no. i wasn’t…”

“besides…” Red glanced
up at Papyrus, who was looking at him sympathetically. “yer not really my type,”
he said, turning back to Cash. He considered for a moment, his gaze wandering
over Cash before he shrugged. “eh, well. not completely.”

“thanks for, um…” Cash
frowned, staring at the marble floor. “tolerating me.”

“ya sell yerself short,
pal,” Red said. “it was fun.” His eye flickered over Cash’s shoulder to Razz,
sockets narrowing briefly before his casual smile returned. “pick a good one,
bud.”

Cash was silent,
simply nodding. He turned when he felt Twist’s hand on his shoulder. Offering
him a small smile, Twist nodded in the direction of the stairs. Sighing, Cash followed
him without a word, trying not to listen to the words of consolation Papyrus
and Edge were whispering to Red.

When they reached Cash’s
room, Twist sat them down on the bed, watching Cash as his shoulders sank. He pulled
him into a one-armed embrace, holding him steady. “’S alright, Patches,” he
murmured. “I know this is hard.”

“red was…” Cash sighed,
tired, despite the hour. “he didn’t deserve that.”

“He’s fine,” Twist
said, unconcerned. “What I wanna know is—why didn’ ya eliminate Razz? He ain’t
exactly… well, he’s a piece a’ shit.”

Cash shook his head,
wearily resting his head on Twist’s shoulder. “he’s the only one who doesn’t…”

“Treat ya like an
actual person?” Twist suggested, dryly.

“he’s honest with me,”
Cash said. “the others… they’re all…”

“Nice?” Twist sighed,
drawing away for a moment so he could look Cash in the eye. “Patches, have ya
considered tha’ maybe they actually like ya?”

Cash stared at him,
deadpan, before rolling his eye-light. “hilarious, twisted.” Twist frowned, but
drew him back into his arms, patting his back soothingly.

“Yer worth more than
ya realise,” he said, quietly. “Do me a favour, Patches, an’ remember that.”

Shipping Headcanons! Send Numbers & Ships!

itsladykit:

nightmarist:

SFW

  1. Who cooks?
  2. Who’s the messiest? The cleanest?
  3. Who fixes the vehicle after a breakdown?
  4. Living space has a leak! Who fixes it?
  5. Who buys the groceries?
  6. Going out to eat: Who pays? Who orders the most food? And who has dessert?
  7. Would they go to the beach?
  8. Who knows how to swim? Who doesn’t?
  9. Is someone multilingual? Do they try to teach another language to the other? How does it go?
  10. Any pets? Or plants?
  11. Baths or showers? Together or separate? Any bubbles or bubble fights?
  12. Can they stand silence? Who talks the most? Who talks the least?
  13. Who stays up late? Who sleeps the most? Does the other have to force them to sleep/wake up?
  14. Who is the highest maintenance? Does the other mind?
  15. Vacation ideas: who decides them? Where would they go, if anywhere?

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  1. How often do they have sex, if at all?
  2. Who brings ideas? Who initiates?
  3. Any kinks they clash on?
  4. Oddest place they’d have sex?
  5. Favourite positions?
  6. Dom/top? Sub/bottom? Any switches?
  7. Genital headcanons?
  8. Favourite erogenous zones?
  9. Quickest turn ons? Immediate turn offs?
  10. First to orgasm? Last to orgasm? Who comes the most? Does someone ever end up unfinished?
  11. Favourite romantic gestures during sex/orgasm?
  12. How are their afterglows?
  13. Who’s loud? Who’s quiet? Does one try to make the other louder/quieter? How?
  14. Lights on or off? Do they look at each other? Or is someone embarrassed?
  15. Open or closed relationship? Do they sometimes share?

Hit me up—and while you’re at it, go check @cheapbourbon’s blog. They’re answering questions from this and two other ask memes for Spicyhoney, and their headcanons are honestly just the best.

I’ll answer some of these too! ^^ They look like fun. (And definitely check out Bourbon’s. They’re adorable.)

Aw, geez, so many adorable questions to choose from. Feel free to pick from these, I couldn’t decide! 10. Big spoon, little spoon? 12. How are their afterglows? 4. First impression of each other? Was it love at first sight? Love you, Bourbon! ^^

cheapbourbon:

10. Big spoon, little spoon?- Edge is normally little spoon. lets be fucking honest. Rus sometimes gets treated to it if his depression is getting to bad and he needs that level of assurance. Or if he sick…. ok.. .their actually their pretty equal cuddle pile. XD but Rus loves snuggling up behind Edge and just holding him, like how can I be this lucky… but also like if he ever lets go Edge won’t be there and this dream will be over. Edge likes to be held too. theres no greater assurance that Rus is sound and there then to be completely wrapped up in him. 

-nsfw- 12. How are their afterglows? oh man. on days where the time allows it, they’ll spend forever basking in the afterglow. Snuggled and safe and loved they’ll caress and whispering sweet nothings and simply living in the moment of utter closeness that only sex with the person you truly love can bring you. Its probably some of there favorite time together actually and sometimes they’ll jump right from heavy petting strait to the quiet after cuddling. 

4. First impression of each other? Was it love at first sight?  It was. and it wasn’t. there was an obvious instant connection between them but it took a while to come to full realization. Edge’s first thoughts of Rus was that he was hiding something and the same with Rus’ first impressions of Edge. It was that equal curiosity that drew them into each others lives so deeply and quickly. 

( ^.^~<3 love you too Alice!) 

Aww, thank you, Bourbon! These are so sweet.

(And I agree. It’s very difficult to decide upon the best big spoon/little spoon with these two. I support the tangle-of-limbs-cuddle-pile.)

The Bonechelor – Round 3

alicedragons:

Week 3: Truth or Dare

Twist’s plans grow more masterful by the week. This time, he’s prepared a little game of truth or dare to spice things up! But will things get a little too hot for our bachelor to handle? Let’s see how long he lasts… 

Warning: this chapter is mildly NSFW (nothing explicit)

Don’t forget to vote for who you want Cash to eliminate in this week’s poll! The link will be at the end of the chapter.

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The poll is now closed! Thank you to everyone who voted ^^

The next elimination chapter should be up soon.

First Line Meme

I was tagged by @deck-of-dragons! ^_^

The aim is to post the first line of your WIP (or, one of them in this case) then tag as many people as there are words in the sentence.

“The sky outside was as dull a grey as the
concrete of the cityscape.”

Wow, Alice. Very captivating. I’m sure everyone is looking forward to that one. This WIP won’t actually be posted for a while, but I’m very excited for it! (Despite the dull introduction).

I, uh, don’t think there’s anyone I’m not too awkward to tag who hasn’t been tagged already. But if this is something you’d like to do, feel free! Consider yourself tagged.