Here’s some Fell Pap in yoga pants for your consideration
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Yessssssssssssss. Id totally smash that to pieces!!! Faces like those are they type that even after youre done you cant help but keep going until they beg that its to much!!
I was inspired by thisto write an incredibly sexy shitpost based on @itsladykit‘s Atypical AU. If you want some quality supernatural AUcontent, you should check it out here.
In the meantime, enjoy this… uh… I don’t even know how to describe this, honestly.
Cash
watched nervously as Twist, Rus, Edge, and Pup sat down on the sofa in front of
him. Their eyes were intent on him, and his bones tingled under their scrutiny.
“So, what’d ya bring us all here fer, darlin’?” Twist asked, leaning back. “Ya
finally gonna sing fer us?”
Cash
regarded him dully, pushing his sleeves over his wrists to hide his thin,
gold-plated bones. “no, asshole. i have… some news.”
They
all perked up at this, Twist lifting a brow-bone. “… Good news?” he asked,
worry creeping into his tone, though his typical grin remained.
Cash
considered for a moment, swallowing. “i… i don’t know,” he finally admitted, dropping
his head with a grimace. He tugged at the thin golden chain around his neck,
his fingers trembling slightly.
He
flinched at the feeling of a hand on his arm, and looked up to find Twist
observing him with a tender smile. “Hey, sweethear’, ‘s alright. Ya can tell us
anythin’—remember? We’re yer family.”
Cash
eyed Rus over Twist’s shoulder. A small smirk twitched at the corners of Rus’s
mouth, but he made no move to refute Twist’s words. “… Even the ‘slutubus’,”
Twist added, using Cash’s nickname for Rus.
Cash
ignored Rus’s derisive snort, sighing heavily before saying, “alright. fine.
since you’re so eager to know, i’m…” He took a deep breath, hiking up his shirt
to reveal his gold flecked soul—which now contained a tiny flicker of white
within its depths. “i’m pregnant… i guess.”
Silence
weighed on the room, and Cash scowled at the floor, letting his shirt drop. Magic
burned on his cheekbones and he cleared his throat. “well. that’s it. that’s
the news. so. now that you all know, i guess i’ll just be… going.”
He
turned for the stairs, but was stopped by a firm grip on his shoulder. He
looked up to find Twist staring at him, his golden eye practically glimmering. “I—I’m
gonna be a dad?” he breathed, his hand moving down to the hem of Cash’s shirt.
Cash
gently pried his hand away, humming awkwardly. “uh… well? you’re…”
“it’s…
me, isn’t it?” Pup asked softly, standing. He approached Cash, taking a hold of
his hand. His eyes were bright, and Cash could tell he was struggling to hide a
smile. “i—the other day, when we were… and you asked me to—” Pup broke off,
blushing deeply.
“Wait,”
Twist said, glancing between Cash and Pup. “You and him were—? But… I thought
you only—with me…?” Twist seemed at a loss, frowning as if trying to solve a
particularly challenging puzzle.
They
all looked up as Edge laughed softly. He appeared complacent, his arms folded
across his chest. “Come now, there’s no need for this. I am fairly confident I’m
the father of this child—am I not, Cash?”
Cash’s
face felt desperately warm—he was almost certain it was glowing. Edge rose,
coming to stand before him. “I am an excellent chef after all, and you always
were a fan of my…” Cash shuddered as he leaned in to whisper, “cream-pies.”
Yanking
away harshly, Cash shook his head. “listen—all of you. i don’t—it’s not…”
“who’s
the slut now, mermaid?”
They
all turned to look at Rus, who had made no move to get up, leaning back
casually on the sofa. Cash wasn’t sure what made him snap, but a big part of
him suspected that it was Rus’s smile—which was just a little too
self-satisfied for Cash to endure.
Marching
forward, he crouched beside Rus, and pressed his teeth to his jaw. “it’s yours,
demon.”
Though
in truth, Cash had no clue who the real father was, seeing the look on Rus’s
face was worth more than all the wealth in the world.
They both stilled at the same time as they heard boots
kicking the ground in front of the door, most likely to get the snow off of
them. Stretch and Razz looked at each other, both of their faces flushed as the
smaller skeleton was still pinned to the wall, his legs wrapped around the
other’s hips as their manifested magic glowed under their clothes where they
were grinding against each other just moments ago.
At the sound of a key connecting to the lock, Stretch did
the only thing he could think of in his panicked state: he teleported. Funny
thing is, if you don’t have your shit together in your head, who knows where
you end up and, unfortunately, they didn’t get too far, landing on the kitchen
floor, Razz, on top of Stretch who quietly groaned.
Razz looked around and noticed that they were at the
furthest corner from the entrance of the kitchen and no one would be able to
see them until they stepped in the room. He turned back to the taller skeleton
who still hadn’t realised where they landed, but before either of them could
whisper, they heard the sound of an opening door and shuffling, as Blue stepped
inside and closed the door. When his younger called out his name, Stretch wanted
nothing more than to run away and hide, but when he tried to move, his hands
were pinned to the ground and a hand clamped on his mouth, preventing him from
giving out any noise from it.
When he looked up, his gaze was met with Razz’, who had a
smirk on his still flushed face and used his legs to pin his arms down as he
also squeezed them to his own body. He was confused, until the other skeleton
grinded against him and he was painfully reminded how close both of them were
to come before his brother interrupted them. He tried to hold back a moan as he
squirmed under Razz, trying to get out of his hold but it was useless, the
other skeleton had a hold of him.
“Papy, are you home?” he heard Blue’s voice getting quieter,
most, likely going up the stairs, but he couldn’t focus as the alternate
version of his brother was rutting against him, every move harder and faster
than the last one. Razz was panting and Stretch was now glad the other’s hand
muffled the sounds coming from his mouth because no matter how he tried, he couldn’t
hold back the moans of pleasure as he started to move his hips to get more friction.
He felt how close he was to the edge of climaxing, his cock
twitching at the now hard and frantic grinding and Razz must have noticed too,
because he leant down, his tongue licking the other’s neck as he whispered only
one word:
“Come.”
Razz bit down on his clavicle, and that was what made
Stretch go over the edge, his cum spurting on his already soaking pants as he
bit back a cry, shaking a bit. As Razz rode him through his orgasm, he came too
with a quiet groan, Stretch feeling as some of his come dripped onto his femurs
as he tried to catch his breath.
They didn’t hear the kitchen door opening, but they
definitely heard the loud gasp, shortly followed by a shout that had them both
flushed with embarrassment and surprise.
“RED OWES ME 20G!”
Oh my god—I didn’t need more motivation to write for this pairing, damn it!
But wow, this was wonderful. Razz, you asshole. You did very well with the smut! I really enjoyed this.
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