Tag: Spicyhoney

Compound Fracture–Cuts

itsladykit:

So. I recently realized that I was writing this chapter from the wrong POV, and that’s a big reason why I’m having so much difficulty with it. But I really like what I’ve written so far? So here–have some Spicyhoney fluff.

Takes place directly after the events of Ch. 6.

Spoilers for Compound Fracture…kind of. Honestly, this is pretty generic. Otherwise, you’re all safe. This is pure fluff. Slightly charged fluff. But it’s fluff.

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God, Kit, tag your porn.

(This was so beautifully written. I’m biased, obviously, but still, it was a pleasure to read.)

Your Edge fills me with determination! Do you have any headcanon about when he first sees a proper grocery store/ farmer’s market on the surface? Especially if he’s with Stretch?

itsladykit:

I’ve been saving this because I wanted to do a drabble for it. I’m currently on mobile, so excuse any errors.

Edge stared at the various booths and tables. At the rows and rows of fresh fruit and vegetables. At the fresh honey and the freshly shelled nuts. At the cheeses, and at the artisanal breads and pastries—surely not as good as his own, but there was something appealing about the idea of just. Buying quality bread. Rather than trying to make it from rough-ground flour.

His hand reached out automatically, grasping at Stretch’s fingers. The taller Papyrus smirked. “you gonna be okay there, edgelord? you’re not breathing.”

Edge inhaled deeply and deliberately, straightening his spine and lifting his chin. “Fuck off and follow me. You have the list, right?”

Stretch chuckled and allowed Edge to tug him along as he browsed the booths, eyeing the produce critically. Edge wouldn’t admit that he was pleased at Stretch’s suggestion for this outing, would never confess to the small stars set deep in his sockets, but he never let go of the other monster’s hand either.

Once they returned home, he made sure to demonstrate his appreciation, though. First by making fresh baklava from the nuts and honey. Then using more…physical means.

5 for spiceyhoney?

drabbletale:

SPICY HONEY NSFW DRABBLE

((Okay admittedly, I really don’t know much about the dynamic of this pairing, so I just kinda went with Edge being into BDSM and introducing it to Stretch for the first time. Stretch likes the idea of being dominated, but Edge isn’t being rough enough to live up to what he imagined at first… They compromise. c: ))

(This drabble got out of hand and was written before I decided that the only way I was going to get this done was to shorten the drabbles… or rather, I decided BECAUSE of this drabble lol!)

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Stretch was making it increasingly
hard to follow the plan he had so meticulously created for their first night
alone together. It was meant to be something special. He wanted to show his
little Honey exactly how it felt to be wrecked, to be torn apart and put
lovingly back together again. Stretch had said he wanted that, had begged Red
to get Blue out of the house for a night or two so they could truly, for once,
experience each other.

He had wanted this, but…

Stretch pulled against
the restraints that tied his wrists to his pelvis and shifted so the rope
around his ankles had been pulled taut. Edge tutted at him. As amusing as it
was to watch Stretch turn himself on by pulling his bound pelvis in two
different ways, it was obvious to him that Stretch was having a hard time submitting.

Which was a problem.

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Warning: Shitpost

I dedicate this fic to @itsladykit and @ollie-oxen-free. I hope you two enjoy this. I put a lot of hard work into it, and I really tried to incorporate your favourite headcanons!

No, but seriously. Do not read beyond the cut. You will regret it. This is really just bullshit.

I call this one Character Development:

“stop it, boss! ouch! it hurts!”

Edge laughed maniacally, psychopathy
twinkling in his eyes as he slapped Red again, sending him hurtling across the
room like a giant, skeleton-shaped bullet. “YOU ARE WEAK, BROTHER. SO PATHETIC.
YOU DESERVE THIS BECAUSE YOU ARE SO TINY AND USELESS.”

Red screamed in fear, trying to run,
but Edge was too powerful, his natural Papyrus strength giving him too much of
an *ahem* edge over his puny brother.
Lifting Red with a single hand, Edge drop kicked his brother through the
window, just because he thought that might be amusing. He was unfathomably
cruel after all. Being a Fell universe monster and all. Where everyone was just
a massive dick. “IN MORE WAYS THAN ONE,” Fell reminded the narrator, with a
sassy lift of a brow bone in the direction of the camera. Edge released another
burst of cackling, his evil eyes
flaring with—with evil.

“EVIL PAPY!”

Edge froze on the spot, his blood
red eyes going wide—EW, he thought, TOTALLY NOT EVIL. Turning, he saw the
cute little Sans—Blueberry—marching furiously (but, cutely) down the stairs. His tiny fists were balled, and he stomped
forward, coming to stand before Edge with his hands on his hips. He was no
taller than Edge’s knee. “DON’T BE SO MEAN TO YOUR BROTHER,” he scolded,
wiggling his finger like a school teacher. “IT ISN’T NICE. I KNOW THAT IF YOU JUST
TRY, YOU CAN BE A GOOD PERSON.”

Edge nodded in thought,
considering the tiny little Berry’s suggestion. “YOU KNOW WHAT, ADORABLE LITTLE
SANS? YOU’RE ABSOLUTELY RIGHT. I’VE BEEN SO CRUEL TO MY BROTHER BECAUSE I
THOUGHT HE WAS A WEAKLING, BUT YOU HAVE MADE ME REALISE THAT I WAS WRONG,
BECAUSE YOU ARE SO CUTE. THANK YOU.” He lifted the Blueberry off the ground, cradling
him to his chest. “LET US GO MAKE LOVE NOW, LITTLE ONE. I WILL TOP, OF COURSE, SINCE
I AM SO LARGE, AND YOU ARE SO SMALL.”

Blueberry blinked up at him, his
eyes full of confused stars. “WHAT IS TOP?” he asked, innocently, his cheeks
round and… cute.

Edge laughed, the crazed insanity
returning to his tone of voice. “FEAR NOT, THE GREAT AND TERRIBLE PAPYRUS WILL
DEMONSTRATE. NYEH HEH HEH.” For emphasis, Edge gave a sensual thrust of his
hips, strutting upstairs with the Blueberry in his arms.

Blueberry squealed, his face
turning a very CUTE shade of cyan. “EVIL PAPY—THAT’S LEWD!”

Outside, Red landed in the snow with
a thud, before he began to bawl his sockets out. “i’m useless,” he sobbed, his
backside still aching from his brother’s mighty boot. “i’m a piece of shit.”
The sound of footsteps drew Red’s gaze upward, and he screamed in terror.

“hey, kid, it’s alright, i’m not
gonna hurt you,” said Stretch, who looked uncannily like Red’s brother. Which was.
Why he was so afraid.

Red tried to scramble to his
feet. “nooooooooooo,” he wailed, pointing and flailing at the lazy Papyrus. “don’t
hurt me, boss! please!”

“huh?” Stretch scratched his
skull, summoning a cigarette from thin air because I forgot to write in earlier
that he had one and I can’t be bothered to go back and add it in. He took a
long drag of it, leaning against nothing—lazily.
He was so cool. “just… chill, kid. i’m not your bro. here, have a smoke.”

Stretch leaned forward, cigarette
dangling from between his teeth. Red’s eyes went so wide, his sockets nearly
cracked. “take it,” Stretch said, winking.

Tentatively, Red tilted his head
forward, grasping the end of the cigarette with his teeth. In a completely
astounding and unexpected development, Stretch pressed forward, kissing Red
over the cigarette. Red moaned with sudden arousal. Fuck, this guy was so hot. “heh.
you’re so cute, red. i’ll take care of you. don’t worry about that mean, scary
edgelord. i bet my dick is bigger than his anyway.”

Red nodded in agreement. “i bet
it is. you’re way cooler than him. and i’m not scared anymore. let’s go kill
him and then fuck each other next to his corpse.”

Stretch smiled, whipping a bottle
of honey from his pocket and gulping it down in one go. “yeah dude. but first, i’m
gonna take a nap. lol.”

Red’s eyes turned to hearts, and
he jumped into Stretch’s arms, hugging him. “omg, i love you, stretch. you make
me feel safe and you don’t hit me.”

Stretch chuckled silently,
shooting a wink at the camera. “guess who’s getting laid?”

“wait.”

Stretch spun around in total shock
as Sans—the real Sans—appeared out of
thin air. “oh, hey sans. what’s up, bro?” Stretch made a hilarious pun, but it
went unspoken by the author, because she’s terrible at puns and couldn’t be
bothered to come up with one.

Sans winked, funnily. “lol. good one, stretch. but i’m actually here for him.”
Sans pointed at Red, and the camera zoomed dramatically onto Red’s expression. He
was grinning all sexily. He really liked Sans, even though he was nothing more than a Shitty
Pun Gremlin (© Ollie). After all, Red couldn’t judge. He was a mere Short Sweaty
Asshole himself (© Ollie). Sans suddenly became meek and shy, batting his eyes
at Red. “h-hi!” he squeaked, like a terrified mouse. But he was actually, like,
so turned on by the Short Sweaty
Asshole (© Ollie).

“hey, squirt,” Red said, kicking
Stretch in the ribs so that he would release him. “which is exactly what you’ll
be doing later tonight,” he whispered—loud enough for everyone in the general
vicinity to hear.

Suddenly, Stretch started to cry.
“b-but, red. i thought you and i had
something special? i didn’t even drop kick you once!”

Red tossed a callous wink over
his shoulder as he swooped Sans up in his arms. “nah, dude. you cured my
depression by not beating me up, but our time together made me realise that i
actually just hate every single papyrus in existence.” Red laughed, staring directly
at the camera. “i am like the anti-christ of lady kit. fuck papyrus. i’m so out of
character right now, but who cares? this is a fucking shitpost.” Without
another word, Red galloped into the distance, a giggling Shitty Pun Gremlim (©
Ollie) still in his arms.

Still crying, Stretch cantered
inside. Because apparently everyone runs like a fucking horse now. “i need to
find the edgelord and fuck him,” he said to himself, suddenly feeling horny and antagonistic. “this shitpost needs some
spicyhoney. because even in her darkest moments, alice can’t fucking control herself.”

Damn it Alice, now I need a fic of just Stretch trying to get Edge to laugh (and tickling him to do it).

I’m sorry, Fresh, I’ve been hoarding this ask for ages! I was waiting for motivation to strike. And…

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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.”