Summary: Rus has his answers, there’s just one more person he needs to talk to and he’s a hell of an asshole. This surprises no one.
Tags: heatfic, dubious consent, NSFW, frenemies to lovers, mates, first time, more if I think of them
PLEASE READ THE TAGS: This is a Heat story, so there are going to be issues of consent. I don’t do partner rape, nope, but hey, I want to be straight with y’all. I like heatfics personally, but I understand how they can be troubling for some people. So there it is.
There is still no explicit sex in this chapter. There will be eventually. There is a little violence.
Request fill—Experienced Redpuff, with an accidental voyeur.
Tumblr ate the ask, but thankfully, I have the fic saved separately.
Rating: M or soft E
Pairing: Cherryblossom, Blackcherryblossom.
Tags: accidental voyeur, Razz being a dick, sub Red, dom Papyrus, BDSM (safe, sane and consensual), kink negotiations, brief nudity, brief asphyxiation, brief collaring, brief master/slave, implied cunnilingus. Really, there isn’t a lot of porn here. This is…set up. I’m probably going to revisit these guys.
Leaning back in the couch, Red smutted on the bottle of mustard in his hand. He grinned as it burned in his throat – much to his brother’s horror, he’d mixed it with bourbon. His body buzzed pleasantly. And he could need it. In the armchair next to the couch, Stretch nuzzled Red’s brother’s neck before turning back to him, their hands intertwined. Rolling his eyes, Red threw his head back, taking another few gulps of his drink.
“C’mon, you two,” he drawled, scowling as the bottle coughed, proving he’d drunk it all. “Give a guy some peace from your PDA.”
Snorting, Edge raised an eyebrow. “Like how you respected my wishes not to see you bareboned when I had to come drag your half-unconscious ass home after you’d slept with prostitutes, you mean?”
“Yeah!” He blinked. “Wait. No. It’s cheating to play mind games when ‘m drinkin’, asshole.”
That had Stretch chuckling in Edge’s lap, and his eyes sparkled with amusement as he grabbed the second mustard bottle standing on the table, bouncing it in his hand. Red’s eyes followed it, and he narrowed them. “I think you’ll survive.” Stretch grinned widely. “So. You’ll wear a suit on Blue’s wedding? If I’ve got to, then so do you.”
“Yeah yeah, I will. Now gimme my mustard.” He snatched it out of the air as Stretch threw it, and immediately opened it, putting it to his mouth. The buzzing grew stronger. Edge huffed, but he didn’t actually care, Red knew that. He wasn’t going to drink himself into a stupor today. Rarely did, since they got to the Surface. The last time, it had only been because he’d somehow ended up in a drinking contest with Blue, and some-fucking-how, the Blueberry had won. Hadn’t Blue been rubbing it in his face the next morning, he would’ve believed he had hallucinated the entire evening.
As much as he pretended to hate his brother and Stretch’s public shows of affection, though, when Edge pressed a gentle kiss to Stretch’s hand and Stretch beamed at him, Red had a hard time to keep himself from smiling as well. It was… nice, to see his brother this content, this happy.
Stretch caught his gaze, and Red’s faint smile turned into a scowl as the other smirked. “How’s it going for you then, Red? Found anyone to romance you yet?”
A snicker. “Pretty sure my soulmate’s a bag o’ gummy worms, bud. But I appreciate yer concern,” he replied, throwing his free arm over the couch’s backrest. Romance? Nah, he didn’t give a damn. Never had. His brother may be the eternal romantic, but he personally had never seen the appeal. A bunch of good friends to drink with, and his brother. That was all he’d ever needed.
“I ate a whole bag of those this morning,” Stretch commented, shrugging. Exasperation flashed over Edge’s face, but he smiled.
Holding in a snigger, Red chucked the empty mustard bottle on him. Much to his disappointment, Edge caught it before it could hit its goal. “That was the love o’ my life, you fucking piece of shit.”
there is a perfectly logical explanation for this, and it’s this:
i work in a pet store, and spend an ungodly amount of time staring at fish,
to the point where i have entire ichthyological moodboards for fictional characters in my head
…trust me, in person it really, really looks like stretch
aNyways thanks for the support everyone, sorry that my first drawing in forever is a dash-consuming shitpost? ive abandoned and rescued this comic so much you can actually kinda see my art change over time, wild.
(if you’re interested in the fish which i failed to do proper justice, it’s an albino senegal bichir, or albino senegalus eel, or albino dinosaur eel, the first name being the most accurate. i couldn’t find good photo reference online, and ended up snapping pics of the ones in our own store, which are lil babies only a couple inches long. they’re not as twisty-flowy as i drew them, they just cruise along very slowly and lazily sink and rise. i like hand-feeding them bloodworms, they munch on them very cutely <3)
(…this isnt the last fish comic you’ll see from me, sorry)
When everything in Stretch’s world was turned upside down by an outbreak in his city, he’s struggling to survive. The only thing that’s keeping him fighting against the odds is the hope that he’ll find his mate again, but with everything that’s happened can it ever be the same?
Commission for the awesome @alexins who asked for a spicyhoney pregnancy fic in a post apocalyptic world with a LOT of interesting twists. (did i mention they’re awesome?) i worked really hard on this as i loved the idea, so i really hope you enjoy it!
(there is a spoiler-heavy explanation of some themes in the fic in the a03 end notes- if there’s something in the meta tags that are triggers please check it out before reading.)
If you would like a commission for yourself my post is here ❤
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