Summary:
Edge strikes a dangerous deal, and sets out on a perilous quest…
Warnings:
Mildly graphic violence, derogatory language (in reference to sex workers), poisoning.
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No more little Edgelord, I’m sorry! Just sexy grown up Edgelord. He’s… not the nicest person, so please take note of the warnings. We’re also introduced to a new character in this chapter. Edge is not entirely pleased.
This is just a quick drabble (okay, not that quick. It’s 1200 words. Ahem) for my Honey bitty, who I named Bean. I adopted him from @sansy-fresh, who has lots of bitties up for adoption. You can find more information on them here if you’re interested!
Here is a bit of info regarding my Honey Bean.
But, basically all you need to know about him is that he loves napping, milk (and honey, but he’s not allowed to have too much), and cuddling. He’s also very tall, and feels threatened by anyone who challenges his status as the tallest bitty.
Here’s a little self-insert story about him. I love my boy.
Alice woke up with a jolt as a
loud crash sounded from down the passage. Blearily blinking the sleep from her
eyes, she climbed out of bed, her joints clicking as she crept across her room.
As she emerged into the passage, the light coming from the kitchen caught her
eye. Stifling a yawn, she made the long walk down the passage, kicking the odd
assortment of tennis balls and cat toys out of her path.
When she reached the kitchen, she
sighed, folding her arms in contempt. The refrigerator door was hanging open,
milk dripping onto the floor from the overturned carton. Beside the puddle, sat
a little skeleton, no taller than eight inches. “Honey Bean, what are you
doing?” Alice asked, trying to hide her smile.
Bean just looked up at her, his
single golden eye-light flickering out momentarily as his sockets widened.
“n-nothing!” he squeaked, quickly scrambling to his feet. Alice’s gaze
travelled to the step ladder balanced against the fridge. It was becoming more
and more difficult to keep her expression stern.
She looked down at Bean, lifting
an eyebrow. “So, I assume it was the cat who pushed the step ladder up to the
fridge and unscrewed the lid of the milk carton?”
Bean ducked his head sheepishly,
scratching the back of his skull. “m-must’ve been,” he muttered, staring at his
feet. The loud beep beep of the open
fridge made him jump, and he wrapped his arms around himself, grimacing.
Sighing, Alice crouched, screwing
the lid back onto the milk carton, before scooping Bean into her hands. She
shut the fridge door, and looked down at Bean, who had dropped down in her
palm, knees pulled to his chest. He huffed and turned his head away as she
touched her thumb to his chin. “Come on, buddy, let’s talk,” Alice said,
carrying him to the living room and plopping him atop one of the couch’s
cushions. Sitting beside him, she looked down at him quizzically. “So, are you
going to tell me why you decided you needed a midnight snack? I even gave you
an extra portion of milk for dinner last night.”
Bean lay back against the
cushions, closing his eyes with a shrug. “i was hungry,” he mumbled.
Alice frowned. “So I haven’t been
feeding you enough? You said you were full before you’d even finished dinner
last night.” Bean ignored her, humming wordlessly. Alice grumbled a curse under
her breath. So, he was in a stubborn mood? She could handle that. It was
nothing new. Yawning, she stretched her arms, and stood. “Well. Since you don’t
want to talk about it, I’m gonna head back to bed. Night, Bean.”
“w-wait!” Alice paused as she
felt a tiny hand clasp around her finger. She turned, glancing down at Bean
with upraised eyebrows. He stretched his arms out, giving her his ‘puppy eye’
(since only one of them technically worked). Pursing her lips to stop herself
from cooing at him, Alice lifted him into her hands, cradling him gently. He
was quiet for a moment, magic rising to his cheekbones as he avoided her gaze.
Eventually, he exhaled heavily, frowning. “i heard you telling kit that her pup
looked like he was getting bigger,” he muttered, resentfully.
Alice regarded him skeptically.
“Treble is growing—at least, in strength. His last owners weren’t exactly…”
Alice trailed off, shaking her head. “Why do you care, anyway?”
Bean scowled. “well—fresh said
that zeus’s wingspan is longer than eight inches!” he blurted.
Alice fought to hide a laugh. So that’s what was bothering him. She
scratched the crown of his skull with the tip of her finger, and he growled
irritably, ducking out from under her touch. “Oh—come on, Bean. Who cares how
tall everyone else is—or how long their wingspans are?” She leaned in close to
whisper, “You still have them all beaten by at least an inch.”
Bean flushed slightly, but still
looked downtrodden. “it’s not just that… they all have talents and—and they can
do cool stuff. i can’t do anything.” He sat down with a small huff, folding his
arms.
Alice gazed at him, smiling
sympathetically. “Alright,” she said, “come on then. Let’s get you some milk
and honey.”
Bean stared up at her, his
eye-light spinning and forming a bright star. “honey?” he asked, gaping.
Alice nodded, beaming. “Of
course! I don’t call you Honey Bean for nothing—though not too much,” she
added, tickling his ribs. “You’re already a very chubby boy!”
Bean glared, but Alice could see
the hint of a smile beneath the expression. She carried him back to the kitchen
and placed him on the floor beside the spilt milk. Tossing him a damp dishcloth
from the sink, she said, “Alright, you clean that up. I’ll get you some milk
and honey. It’s about time I started teaching you how to do chores.”
Bean groaned, giving the dishcloth
a look that might suggest it had offended him somehow. “why? i’m too small to
clean anyway…”
“Oh no you’re not,” Alice chided.
“You’re the tallest bitty—that comes with responsibilities. Now clean. Or no
honey.”
With a put-upon sigh and a little
more grumbling, Bean began to wipe up the mess on the floor. Alice fetched the bottle
of honey from the pantry, squeezing just shy of half a drop into the small dish
of milk she’d poured. Once she was satisfied with Bean’s job of cleaning the
floor (she decided that she’d have to come back and give it a proper wipe down in
the morning), she lifted him onto the kitchen counter, nodding at the dish of
milk and honey. “There you go. Honey for the Honey.”
Bean grinned, tipping back the
dish and gulping it down. Alice twisted her hands together as a little milk
spilled onto his shirt—she’d only just cleaned it! It definitely wasn’t cute.
Nope. Not cute at all.
Once he’d finished, Alice placed
the dish in the sink, and carried Bean back to her bedroom, resting him atop
one of her pillows. She climbed beneath the covers, and pulled Bean’s small
blanket up to his chin, kissing him lightly on the forehead. He closed his eye
sockets, curling up into a tiny ball, arms wrapped around his knees.
A thought occurred to Alice
suddenly, and she gently nudged Bean’s shoulder. “Hey, Bean?” she whispered. He
hummed in acknowledgement, but his eyes were closed. “You want to learn how to
draw?” she asked.
Slowly, he cracked his right
socket open, golden eye-light dim. “draw?”
“Yeah,” Alice said, grinning.
“I’m not much of an artist myself, but Fresh could teach you—or even Kit! I
haven’t seen much of her art, but I bet she’s amazing too.”
Bean gazed at her sleepily, a
small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. He nodded slowly. “yeah.
okay,” he said, fingers curling around his blanket. “sounds fun.” He shuffled a
little closer to her, wrapping a strand of her hair around himself.
Alice laughed softly to herself,
smoothing her thumb over his spine. “Goodnight, Honey Bean,” she whispered. “My
tall boy.” Bean was already fast asleep, breathing deeply as he clung to her.
It seemed even honey wasn’t enough to keep this bitty awake.
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Here’s some art Bean drew! He gets me to measure him every day.
I actually drew it. And I’m, uh, not an artist. At all. So let’s just pretend Bean isn’t great at art either.
Summary: “The key is your intent. Show Slim how much you care for him. Show him that he can trust you.”
Violence is part of Edge’s lifestyle. He’s familiar with it–intimately so. But this form of intimate violence isn’t quite what he’s used to. Perhaps all he needs is to seek out advice from someone who understands. Someone just like him.
Relationships: Spicymaple (UF Papyrus/SF Papyrus), Hints of Cherryblossom
Tags: Explicit Sexual Content, BDSM, Dom/Sub Dynamics, Mild Master/Pet Dynamics, Masochism, Light Sadism, Masturbation, Aftercare
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Thank you to @itsladykit for helping me so much throughout the process of writing this! Also, fuck you for inspiring me with this bullshit.
I hope you enjoy your Baby Dom Edge!
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The Art of Intent – alicedragons – Undertale (Video Game) [Archive of Our Own]
Summary: “vampires are ruthless creatures. their souls are dead. they lost all compassion the day they were turned. there’s nothing left in ‘em but bloodlust. don’t show mercy or kindness, ‘cause they don’t understand what those things mean. they’re barbarians, and it’s our job to eradicate them from the world.”
Since his childhood, Edge has dreamed of becoming a prodigious vampire hunter like his brother. But with the King’s new laws against hunting, not even all the training in the world can prepare him for the troubles to come. And perhaps vampires aren’t the world’s only demons.
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Warning: While not quite a ‘dark-fic’, this story will contain some disturbing themes pertaining to non-con, prostitution, and violence. Detailed warnings will be in the chapter notes, and tags may be updated.
Relationship: Papyrus/Papyrus (Spicyhoney)
Tags: Vampire AU, Medieval AU, Angst, Violence, Prostitution (Not central to the story but it is present throughout), Hurt/Comfort, Mentions of Death, Rape/Non-con Elements, Mild Blood, Dehumanisation, Derogatory Language, Brothels
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This fic has been in the works for quite some time. Please be sure to read the warnings before proceeding, as it will contain some dark themes. Specific triggers will be located in the notes of each chapter, but the ones featured in the tags will be present throughout the fic.
This is honestly just some self-indulgent Spicyhoney vampire shit that my imagination ran away with a bit. I hope you all enjoy it!
Hey everyone! I’m very excited to announce that I’m going to start posting the vampire fic I promised to write (a long time ago), within the next few days! I did a poll on it a decent month ago. I promise I didn’t forget!
This is just a short teaser – it doesn’t contain any spoilers for the actual fic, so don’t worry! Hopefully it will give you all a basic idea of the format the fic will take. I’m very excited to start posting it, as it’s been in the works for quite a while.
Tags: Vampire AU, Spicyhoney, Medieval AU (sort of?)
No warnings necessary here, but the actual fic will definitely contain some heavy themes. I hope you enjoy this little drabble!
I call it Night Terror.
~Below the cut~
Edge watched as the sun dipped
beneath the horizon, its final rays glancing off the silver-leafed trees, and
casting a pale golden light over the landscape. He clung onto those last shreds
of warmth; he had a long, cold night ahead of him.
When the sky had faded to a deep
purple, he turned, heading back inside the abandoned barn. Instinctively, his
hand drifted to the knife at his hip as he stepped into the darkness. He could
vaguely make out the rotting bundles of hay tucked into the corners of the barn—and
the figure fast asleep on top of them.
Edge approached slowly, crouching
beside the vampire and shaking it awake. It opened its eyes blearily. The
lights in its sockets had melted from a cool gold to a deeper shade of amber;
it was growing hungry. But it seemed content to shoot Edge one of its
frustrating grins. Edge had to wonder if it knew how much the sight of its
small fangs chilled him. “i take it the sun is resting for the night?”
“Yes, I’m not an idiot,” Edge
said, callously.
The vampire lifted a brow bone in
dubiety as it rose to its feet. “well. i won’t presume to understand your
definition of intellect, but i do recall that our first day together involved a
bit of sunlight. you do remember that i’m a vampire, do you not?”
Edge sighed stiffly, ignoring the
vampire as they walked outside. His mare was tethered to a fencepost, grazing
on the lush grass sprouting from the muddy earth. He stroked her mane and she
nickered softly, pushing her nose into his hand. “You ate the last apple this
morning,” he reminded her, empathetically. She gave a short whinny, tossing her
head. Edge laughed softly. He was almost certain she was the only thing keeping
him sane. It was nice to have another living creature around.
As if on cue, the vampire chuckled
quietly. Edge turned, irritated to see the creature’s self-satisfied smirk. “you
treat your pet with more dignity than you afford me,” it said, striding forward
to mount the horse.
“She is not a pet,” Edge said,
tersely, swinging himself up behind the vampire. “And you are worth neither
respect nor dignity.”
If Edge’s words cut the vampire,
it showed no sign, only laughing softly as they began to trot in the direction
of the looming mountains ahead. The land was vibrant in these parts, trees
blooming with pale flowers, grass thick and green, and the land alive with the
chittering of small animals. The flora was bathed in a strange shade of purple,
the last remnants of the sun’s light still embellishing the sky.
As the night began to darken, a
cool breeze picked up. The vampire shivered, wrapping its arms around itself as
they trotted over a rocky slope. Edge tilted his head in question, though the
vampire couldn’t see him. “I didn’t realise vampires were prone to the cold,”
he said, coarsely.
The vampire let out a soft huff
of laughter, shaking its head. “you have much to learn then, silver knight.”
Edge clenched his teeth, suddenly
regretting engaging in conversation with the creature. “I’m not a knight,
vampire,” he muttered.
It glanced over its shoulder at
him, its smile illuminated by the moonlight. “and you might recall that i have
a name. it’s stretch. please don’t be afraid to use it.”
Edge’s frustration was beginning
to boil. “You do not command me, vampire,” he hissed in warning, tugging on the
collar still clasped around the vampire’s vertebrae. It tipped its head back in
response, swallowing, but its smile remained smug. “I needn’t remind you that
we aren’t friends. You’re my captive; I suggest you start acting it.”
“perhaps i will,” the vampire
said. “just as soon as you start behaving like a captor.” Edge growled under
his breath, but released the vampire’s collar.
As the moon disappeared behind
the dark mountains in the distance, the night sky became encrusted with
millions of stars. Edge inhaled slowly, basking in the cool night air. Though
he missed the sun, the night wasn’t always a burden.
Edge’s mare began to canter
swiftly as the terrain evened out, grasslands stretching for miles and miles
ahead. Jolted by the sudden increase of pace, the vampire slipped backward, its
tailbone pressing against Edge’s pubic bone. “sorry,” it said, casting a grin
over his shoulder. “lost my balance.”
Edge sighed, shifting backwards
to create more distance between them. Or perhaps the night was just as bad as
the stories said.
I wrote this at 1am last night for @itsladykit when inspiration just struck. It’s based off this amazing horror story she wrote. Read the warnings before proceeding. The story (while very well done) contains non-con.
While this one-shot in itself does not contain non-con, it might not make sense without reading Kit’s fic first. (Though it could work as a standalone, possibly.)
Warnings: rape recovery (though rape is not explicitly mentioned), implied depression, forced relationship. All round, this is just pretty bleak.
Happy Birthday @paintys-actual-art! Since you’re such a slut for Spicyhoney, I wrote you some! Please enjoy this. It’s like, so fluffy. 100% fluff. No sad stuff here.
I’m lying, obviously. Warnings are in the tags.~Beneath the cut~
“look, stretch, he doesn’ wanna
see ya. i think ya should just leave.”Edge exhaled sharply, closing his
book and placing it on his desk. He’d been trying to tune out the voices
downstairs, but had met with little success. Silently rising from his seat, he
pulled on his jacket and made for his bedroom door.“red, please, i—i just need to talk to him. just for five minutes.”
Stretch’s desperate plea left a gaping hole inside Edge, and he squeezed his
eyes shut. You can do this, he
assured himself. He’s hurt you more times
than you can count. Just say the word. Just tell him you don’t want him here.“ye’ve screwed ‘im over one too
many times,” came Red’s frustrated sigh. “ya don’t get five minutes.”Edge’s hand shook where it
hovered over the doorknob. Deep breath. He
turned it slowly, creeping toward the stairs. A muffled sob from Stretch halted
him, and he swallowed, willing himself
not to let it affect him.“red, please—”
“leave, stretch.”
“Red,” Edge called, hearing the defeat
in his own voice. Red’s gaze snapped up to him, eye sockets going wide.“boss? ya don’ need ta see this,
i was just tellin’ ‘im ta leave—”“Let him in.”
The shock on Red’s face quickly
morphed into frustration, and he clenched his teeth. “paps. ya can’t keep
givin’ ‘im second chances. he’s not—”“I wasn’t aware you controlled my
decisions, brother,” Edge said coldly, descending the remainder of the stairs.
Red scowled, but held his silence. Tell
me to stop, Red. Tell me that I’m being irrational—an idiot. Don’t let me do
this. When Edge reached the door, his soul seemed to jar in his chest
at the sight of Stretch. He looked pale – even for a skeleton – a sallow tinge
to his cheekbones. Weariness was set in his features, and there was a
downtrodden slump to his shoulders.Edge already knew there was no
way he’d be able to turn him away—no matter what Stretch asked of him. “What do you want?” he asked, already feeling exhausted.“edge…” The relief in Stretch’s
tone was tainted by something fearful. His eyes darted to Red, and he took a
shaky breath. “c-can we talk in private?”“Whatever you have to say, you
can say it in front of my brother—now tell me what you want before I slam this
door.” Rage coursed Edge’s entire body, but he knew the shake of his clenched
fist wasn’t just a product of anger. Seeing Stretch like this—so pathetic and
desperate—kindled a deep, consuming pity within him.“can—can i come in?” Stretch had
his arms wrapped around himself, despite the warm summer air.“if ye’ve got somethin’ ta say,
spit it out,” Red growled, no longer bothering to censor his anger. Stretch
visibly flinched at his words, curling in on himself and peering at Edge
anxiously.“Well?” Edge raised a brow bone,
struggling to withhold his own frustration.“i’m—i…” Stretch’s breath
hitched, and tears began to form at his eye sockets. Shaking his head, he took
a shuddering breath, before lifting his hoodie to expose his ribcage.Edge narrowed his eye sockets, at
first confused by the action. But then…“yer… pregnant?” All previous rage had left Red’s tone entirely, nothing
but awe in its place. Edge was completely speechless, and he had to remind
himself to breathe as he stared at the centre of Stretch’s ribcage. Within his
own golden soul, a tiny souling hovered, barely the size of a button.It was purple.
“It’s not mine.” Edge tore his
eyes away from the souling to look Stretch in the eye, and immediately wished
he hadn’t. He wanted to feel angry. He wanted to hate Stretch. No doubt the souling was at least a month old—he and
Stretch had only broken up two weeks ago.But the look on Stretch’s face
extinguished any amount of anger Edge could muster. He looked broken. “razz…” Stretch choked on a sob,
lifting a trembling hand to wipe the tears off his cheekbones. “razz wants me
to get rid of it. he said i should… t-terminate it. he said that he would—that
he would do it for me if i didn’t—” Breaking off with a gasp, Stretch began to
cry. He hugged himself, shaking violently as tears fell freely from his sockets.And Edge couldn’t take it.
Without a second thought, he
rushed forward, pulling Stretch against his chest, and holding him there. “You
don’t have to do that,” he whispered. “I won’t let him hurt you, it’s alright.”Stretch’s chest heaved in short
gasps as he clung to Edge desperately. “i c-can’t take care of a—of a baby by
myself,” he sobbed. “i’m not—i won’t be a good parent!”Edge frowned, and glanced at his
brother. Red was observing them bitterly, but there was a sense of dejection
beneath the expression. It sent Edge’s soul spiralling into a pit of guilt. Red
had been there for Edge every time Stretch had broken his heart.And he’d been there every time
Edge had gone running back to Stretch. He never said anything; Edge was an
adult after all, capable of making his own decisions. Part of Edge wished
Red would just talk some sense into him. He was so sick of this. He was tired. He couldn’t keep doing this to
himself. He couldn’t keep letting Stretch back into his life. He had to stop.Red resented Stretch, but Edge
knew he’d never be able to do the same, as much as Stretch deserved it. So,
he held him. He held him tightly and didn’t let go. Taking a deep, laboured
breath, he said, “It’s okay. You don’t have to do this alone. I’ll help you.”Edge forced himself to look away
from Red. He couldn’t bear to see the hurt in his brother’s expression—or worse
still, the disappointment. Instead, he focused on Stretch. He focused on the
feeling of Stretch’s delicate body wrapped in his arms; the soft warmth coming
from Stretch’s soul; the quiet sobs that wracked Stretch’s chest. “I’ll look
after you,” Edge whispered, stroking the back of Stretch’s skull. “I’ll look
after you… and our baby.”Edge couldn’t bring himself to
care that the baby was half Razz. Half Fell monster, like he was. What kind
of child would he be bringing into the world? What if it turned out just like
him? What if—The baby was also half Stretch.
And Edge knew that if he could bring himself to love the child even half as
much as he loved Stretch, it would be worth sacrificing his life for.
This is the last chapter! Thank you to everyone who has read this far. I don’t have any plans to continue this, but I’ve had loads of fun with it. I hope you enjoy this last chapter ^-^
Summary: Cash helps Edge come to terms with his immortality.
~Below the cut~
Part two of this.
Warnings: explicit sexual content, implied sexual sadism, light bondage and bdsm, possessive sexual behaviour, graphic description of biting.
Summary: Cash is finally introduced to this Cash-fic. Things gets… heated.
~Below the cut~
I’m sorry, Fresh, I’ve been hoarding this ask for ages! I was waiting for motivation to strike. And…
Well, thanks to @paintys-actual-art, it did.
I hope you enjoy Edgelord Giggles! ~Below the cut~
Stretch pushed open the front
door to the living room, humming softly to himself. He glanced up at the sound
of the couch shifting, and grinned. “heya, edgelord.”
Edge spared him a brief tilt of
his head, before sighing and turning away. “Not in the mood, Ashtray.”
Stretch cocked a brow bone,
walking curiously around the couch to look at Edge. His features were set with weariness—eye-lights
dim and sockets heavily lidded. “rough day?” Stretch asked, slumping into the
cushions beside him.
Edge’s sockets narrowed as he
surveyed Stretch, as if trying to decide whether he was a threat or not. Eventually
he turned away, pulling his legs up to his chest and leaning back. “That’s not
really your concern, is it?”
Stretch’s grin faded a little,
but he shook his head, determined not to let Edge shut him out. “well, if my
boyfr—” Stretch caught himself, quickly snapping his mouth shut. Thankfully,
Edge didn’t seem to notice his slip, so he continued. “if my friend is upset,
that’s definitely a concern of mine.” Stretch reached into his pocket for his
lighter; he knew he’d surpassed his (self-imposed) daily limit of smokes, but
the lighter itself was always a welcome distraction. He flicked it, watching as
the flame danced for a second, before disappearing. “so, what’s eating you? or
is the problem that no one’s eating you?” Stretch winked, but Edge seemed
unperturbed by his callous flirting.
That… wasn’t good. Normally Edge
was very receptive to flirting—even on his ‘grumpy days’. Stretch shifted a
little closer, quickly shoving the lighter back in his pocket. He moved to place
his arm around Edge’s shoulders, before reconsidering, and tucking it awkwardly
against his side. “do you, uh, want to talk?” Damn it. Stretch wasn’t exactly
versed at the whole ‘comfort’ thing.
Edge hadn’t moved, but Stretch
could see his eyes darting in his direction. “Just…” Edge took a deep breath,
shaking his head. “Just talk about something stupid—like honey, or cigarettes,
or…” Edge finally turned to look at Stretch, who was shocked at the raw
vulnerability in his expression. “Please?”
Stretch swallowed, a little
wrong-footed. While he’d normally be more than happy to provide a stream of
babble for Edge to latch onto, he felt a little thrown off. “edge, are you…?”
“No.” Edge stared at him, his complexion
almost waxy. Stretch could see his fingers quivering slightly where they were clutched
around his arms. “Just… talk. Distract me.”
“um…” For once, Stretch’s mind was
blank. Edge was watching him, his gaze intense and desperate. And Stretch… was
at a loss. Calm down, he urged
himself. He just needs you to distract
him from… Stretch wasn’t sure what Edge was trying to avoid thinking about,
but he knew questioning him about it wouldn’t help.
Since speech didn’t seem
achievable at the moment, Stretch decided to adopt a different tactic. Leaning
forward, he said, “bet i can make you laugh.”
Edge frowned, suspicion creeping
into his expression. “No puns… I’m really not equipped to deal with—”
“i don’t need puns to make you
laugh.” Stretch grinned, shuffling even closer. Resting a hand on Edge’s
shoulder, he whispered, “say, edgelord, are you ticklish?”
Edge’s eye-lights reduced to
pinpricks, and Stretch heard him swallowing. “I—no, of course I’m not—ah, Stretch—!”
Without a hint of mercy or
restraint, Stretch dug the tips of his fingers between Edge’s ribs. “not ticklish?”
He hummed, contemplatively. “i dunno, edgy, that sounds like a lie.” He couldn’t
repress a small laugh of his own as Edge began to giggle—entirely involuntarily
it seemed, but that only delighted Stretch further.
“Stretch—please—ah! Stop! Gah,
you’re—s-such a—ha!” Edge couldn’t seem to enunciate more than a short string
of words, twitching and writhing beneath Stretch’s fingers. His laughter became
uncontrolled and high pitched as Stretch’s fingers found his true ribs. He
released a small squeak as Stretch pushed him onto his back, kneeling over him
with an almost sadistic grin on his face.
“aw, edgelord? am i really that
funny? i’m flattered, honestly.”
Edge shook his head, though the
laughter spilling from his mouth didn’t quite assist in emphasizing the point. “Fuck—stop!
Ah—asshole!” Stretch could tell that Edge was trying very hard to glare, but the
tears of laughter that had begun to form in the corners of his eye sockets reduced
much of the impact.
Stretch breathed a huff of
laughter, fondness blooming in his soul. “you’re adorable, edge. i should
really do this more often. i love seeing you laugh.” Stretch halted suddenly, quickly
pulled away. He grinned sheepishly, shaking his head. “uh well, got you to
laugh, didn’t i?”
“Yeah,” Edge said dryly, still a
little breathless. “You’re completely hilarious.” Sitting up, Edge pressed
forward without warning, his chest inches from Stretch’s. “But I think there’s
a better way you could cheer me up.”
Stretch barely had time to blink
before Edge’s hands were wrapped around the back of his neck, and their mouths
were pressed together. Startled, Stretch froze, his mind taking a few seconds
to catch up. But slowly, he returned the kiss, his tongue manifesting in his
mouth in response to the taste of Edge’s magic. Stretch cupped Edge’s skull
gently, melting against him with a sigh.
They’d shared numerous kisses
over the past few weeks, each more blissful than the last. Stretch’s soul
pulsed with excitement, and he inhaled Edge’s scent as he drew away slowly.
Edge’s cheeks were flushed with red magic… and he was smiling. “so, uh…”
Stretch’s gaze flitted to the carpet, and he chuckled. “i take it operation ‘comfort
the edgelord’ was a success?”
Edge rolled his eyes, but managed
a small smile, his cheekbones still glowing. “Yes, I… thanks.” He leaned forward,
cradling Stretch’s hands in his own. A pleasant warmth spread from Stretch’s
fingertips inward. “But,” Edge said, his expression darkening, “if you tickle
me again—I’ll break your fucking fingers.”
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