Oh, man. You caught me at the absolutely worst time—I am craving fluff and I cannot resist this prompt. (Or the best time, depending in your perspective.)
Papcest below:
Cash busied himself in the kitchen, chopping vegetables for stir-fry. He’d been skeptical when Edge had dared him to give cooking a try, but he had to admit, it was strangely satisfying. And it was nice not having to listen to Twist bitch about eating take-out five nights in a row.
While he worked, he started humming quietly. He honestly didn’t even realize he was doing it until the humming turned into soft singing. He stopped as soon as he realized he was doing it. He paused his chopping and listened intently. Twist and Slim were home, but last time he’d seen them, they’d been sleeping together upstairs. Emphasis on the “sleeping”.
The house was quiet. They were likely still sleeping. He could easily…. Refocusing on the vegetables, he allowed himself to resume his quiet singing.
He was good, and he knew it, but it wasn’t a skill he could take pride in. It was just so…Tale-verse. He’d rather keep it to himself. Though there were times when music seemed to well up without his consent, threatening to burst from him. He usually swallowed back the urge, but confident in his privacy, he was happy to be given the chance to let loose. A small smile tugged at his mouth, and his shoulders relaxed, contentment causing his soul to thrum.
After his brother died, after the human came through and destroyed everything he’d ever known…he’d thought his life was over. He’d thought there was nothing more for him. His soul swelled, warmth flooding him as he reflected with gratitude on the life he’d built with Twist and Slim. He’d never imagined he could be so…happy.
“Pretty song, sweetheart,” Twist said, startling Cash enough that he nearly lost the tip of his finger. “I didn’ know ya could sing.”
Blushing a brilliant purple, Cash spun on his toes, only to realize it wasn’t just Twist in the doorway—Slim stood beside him, smiling softly. He tried to speak, but all that came out was a garbled protest, earning a raised brow-bone and a concerned look. “you okay?” Slim asked, stepping into the kitchen.
Swallowing his embarrassment, Cash lifted his chin. “i’m—“ He stopped. Cleared his throat. “i’m fine. what are you two doing in here? isn’t it your nap time or something?”
Twist and Slim exchanged another look. Then they both slipped into the room, coming to stand on either side of him. As always, Twist was bolder—he actually slipped his hand under Cash’s hoodie, clasping the top of his iliac crest. “ ‘s matta, sweetheart? Yer lookin’ a little tense there.”
“fuck off,” Cash snapped at him, “i’m trying to make dinner, you asshole.”
Slim just stood beside him, close enough for their arms to brush. “…your voice is nice,” he said quietly, “you should sing more often.”
Cash’s cheekbones flushed. “i wasn’t—“
“He’s right, sweetheart. Yer voice is—hnnn real nice. ‘S real nice.”
Still blushing, Cash looked between them. Then he lifted his chin. “of course it is.” It was the only thing he could think to say. “you expected anything less?”
His lovers shared another significant look, both of them smiling. Before he could get offended, though, Twist leaned in and nuzzled his cervical vertebrae, then kissed along his jawbone. He settled his other hand on Cash’s sternum, murmuring, “Never, darlin’. Jus’ disappoin’ed ya didn’ wanna sing fer us sooner.”
He swallowed, trying to remain stern and unaffected…but heat spread outward from his soul and magic pooled in his mouth. “i wasn’t singing for—hgn—you. i was—“
“would you?” Slim stood in front of him, one hand clasped around his and the other resting low on his ribcage.
Cash swallowed tightly, looking between them. “well—“
Mischief sparked in Twist’s eyelight. “C’mon, sweetheart,” he said to Slim, “bet ya we can get ‘im ta sing fer us, yeah?”
A slow smile spread across Slim’s features. “i think we can,” he said.
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.
Razz sniffed, walking back and forth in front of the other three. “Ya need a little help there—?”
“Be silent!” Twist raised a brow-bone, then snorted and shook his head, amused. “Hmm…wed Cash. He, at least, knows how to appreciate the finer things.” Cash just crossed his arms, regarding Razz skeptically. Ignoring him, Razz looked between Rus and Twist. “Mutt!” he snapped, and Twist cocked his head.
“…yeah?”
“You have high HP? You are…durable?”
A slow smile spread across Twist’s face. “Yeah, sweetheart. I don’ break easy…but yer welcome ta try,” he said with a wink.
Razz nodded. “Kill the ashtray and bed the mutt, then.”
Rus wiped imaginary sweat from his brow. “thank fuck. dodged a bullet there.”
“You have high HP? You are…durable?” This made me laugh so much…… Do I ship this now? Probably.
Thank you, Kit! I loved this. The Razz FMKs are hilarious. They all involve someone feeling insulted at being chosen as the marry/fuck (or relieved at not being picked).
“it’s just a game. it’s not gonna hurt you to play, teacup.”
Staring hard at Sans, Razz asked sharply, “What did you just call me?” Sans only grinned. “Kill,” he said, pointing to Sans. “Bed the ashtray.” Then, with an imperious sniff, “And marry the lieutenant. He’s the only one of these three with any redeeming qualities.”
Leaning over to Sans, Edge asked under his breath, “Why do I feel like I was just insulted?”
Blue tapped his chin thoughtfully. “I—“ He furrowed his brows. “…can i just bed all of them?”
Sans choked on his ketchup while Slim blushed a bright purple. Twist just preened. “Separately? Or all at once? ‘Cause I gotta admit, sweetheart, I’d be impressed if you were up ta take’ all ‘a us at once.”
A sly smile spread across Blue’s face as he declared with authority, “Behead Sans.” Sans actually looked a bit relieved at that. “Bed Slim.” Slim’s flush darkened and he sank down in his chair as if to hide, “And wed Twist.”
Twist blinked. “Uh…? Yer jokin’, right? I’m the kinda guy ya take home fer a bit ‘a fun, sweetheart. Not the kind ya marry. Even fer a game.”
Something a little sad touched Blue’s eyelights. “What makes you say that?”
“I mean…ya’ve met me, right?” he laughed self-deprecatingly. “So? Ya wanna change yer answer?”
“Nope!” Blue said cheerfully, “But I am going to ask what you’re doing on Saturday night.”
Something a little sharper hardened Twist’s features. “Yer bro,” he snapped in reply, fishing a cigarette and his lighter out of his pocket. As he left, he said, “Marry short-stuff, screw the pup, an’ kill me, pipsqueak. It ain’t a hard choice.” The door slammed shut behind him.
When he was gone the other two looked at each other. Under his breath, Slim said, “was not expecting that.”
“No,” Edge said, “You two may be lazy-bones, but I have things to do today, I am not—” Twist took his hand, starting to play with his carpals. His claws pricked lightly at the joints, massaging the thin bones. Edge glared at him, but Twist just smiled innocently, brining the hand to his mouth to kiss the back of it lightly. “Have you see the state of this place?” Edge asked, exasperated. He could see where this was going. “I need to clean—”
“house is fine, edgelord,” Rus said, sidling up beside him to nibble at his cervical vertebrae. “you don’t need to do anything other than stay. right. here.” He punctuated the last few words with a light kiss.
Finally, Edge groaned and leaned against the back of the couch, allowing the other two skeletons to cuddle against him, both of them purring loudly. “Fine,” he snapped, “you win. You can stop now.”
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