It was a little scratch. A little blood. It barely hurt.
Iruma could handle it himself. He'd done it before. There'd been a lot worse.
But Opera insisted. So here he was, sitting at the edge of his bed while they treated the small wound on his ankle.
Sitting silently and watching, Iruma felt a strange feeling overcome him, tightening his chest.
Every stumble he had taken and every gash and cut and bruise that followed had been handled by him alone. His parents… they barely noticed—too caught up in their frivolous adventures—and if they had, they brushed it off.
He'd always known how to treat his own wounds.
Right now was different.
As Opera wiped away the blood and used some healing spell he didn't quite know yet, it dawned on Iruma.
For once…
Someone was taking care of him.
In fact, they had insisted. He would have been fine handling it on his own, but…
A burning sensation snapped Iruma out of his thoughts. No, it wasn't burning. It was hot.
Heat running down his cheeks.
Tears.
Stunned, Iruma stiffened.
"Iruma-sama, what's wrong? Does it hurt more?" Opera had looked up from his ankle at his surely red and tear-stained face. Locking eyes with them, Iruma could feel the concern and care piercing right through him.
This time, he wiped the fresh wave of tears before they could fall.
"I—I'm okay."
The words were wet with tears, though he didn't know why. Everything was alright. In fact, he had forgotten about the pain entirely.
But before he knew it, there was a weight next to him on the bed, and an arm around him. It was so warm… he felt he might melt.
And then, a flimsy explanation began to fall out of his mouth. Anything he could say to ease their worries.
"I'm okay, really," he said, turning to look up at them. Slightly droopy ears caught Iruma's attention immediately.
"I don't know what came over me. I'm alright. It doesn't hurt much."
When that didn't ease Opera, Iruma tore his gaze away from them and to his hands. They were trembling lightly, balled into fists rested atop his lap.
"I just…"
A lump formed in his throat.
"I'm not used to this," Iruma barely got the words out before a sob broke through him. "I—I mean, before I came here, my parents… they didn't… uh—"
It wasn't as if he knew how to continue, but still, an onslaught of sobs prevented him from saying much of anything.
He had barely noticed the way he was pressed against Opera's chest now, wrapped in a tight and loving embrace, but once he did, he only cried harder.
The 'I'm sorry's he mumbled were broken up and littered with stutters, and upon hearing them, Opera only shushed him, rubbing circles into his back.
After a while, through the sound of his sobs and staggered breathing, Iruma heard Opera say something.
The words sank in, filtering through his arteries and veins and tethering hm to reality.
It was something that had struck him in the heart. Something that he had already known, but still.
He pressed himself further into the embrace, and let the words echo in his mind.
I feel like drabbing because I’m tired of everyone’s shit, so request literally anything except r/mr/m and I’ll probably do it. Make it angsty (triggering content is okay, just know I won’t romanticize a topic, and I will definitely tag everything), or the fluffiest shit ever.
“You’ve got a fever. Of course I’m not going anywhere.” Fenro
Gyro sat at his workspace slumped over a pile of blueprints. There was a wrench in his right hand and a small drone he’d been working on in his left. However, he wasn’t exactly using them. They were limply hanging there as he stared at the papers below him, appearing more like a zombie than a living being. Standing above him with worry in his eyes was Fenton. Noticing his presence caused a scowl to form on Gyro’s beak.
“I told you to go home,” he ordered in a voice stuffier than usual. “I’ll be fine here by myself.”
“You’ve got a fever,” Fenton replied. “Of course I’m not going anywhere.”
“Fever schmever, I’ve also got a ton of work to do.” Gyro tried to wave him off but was too weak to even lift a hand. “It’s not like I haven’t worked under these conditions before. Trust me, I’ll be okay without you fretting over me as if I’m a helpless chick.”
“Well, you’re obviously not gonna look after yourself,” Fenton grumbled under his breath.
“I heard tha- achoo!”
Before he could properly answer, a sneeze left Gyro’s beak and caused his entire body to shake. He clutched himself for a second and sniffed back the residue of snot it left. Then, he focused his attention back to the blueprints…or tried to, at least. He was having a hard time focusing on them with his head spinning like it was. Gyro groaned as he attempted to read the blueprints in his less-than-operable state.
Fenton seemed to notice how he was struggling, and the frown on his bill grew wider. “Gyro, c’mon, you really need to rest. You have the flu.”
“Says who? I haven’t been to a doctor.”
“Well, maybe you should go to one. I wouldn’t want you getting worse than you already-”
“Cabrera,” Gyro cut him off, voice strained with anger and the sensation of his scratchy throat, “I would rather die than see a doctor. And I’m sure I don’t have the flu. It’s likely a common cold.”
“I doubt that. It’s been spreading across the bin like a wildfire.”
“Then why are you crowding me like that?” Gyro asked, putting the wrench in his hand down to rub his aching head. “Aren’t you scared of getting the flu too if it’s been such a problem?”
“Not really. I had a flu shot.”
“Those don’t always work, you know.”
“You can’t prove that!”
“Can too. I’m a scientist? It’s what I do.”
“Then show me your research.”
“I’ll show you- agh!”
The inventor was cut off by an exceptionally painful shiver running up his spine, and he had to put the drone he was holding down as well. Suddenly, his entire body felt like it was on fire, and he made a noise that sounded like both a whimper and a sob. The sight made Fenton’s heart ache.
“Why don’t you at least get some rest?”
Gyro could hardly think straight. He felt his head colliding with his desk, as if it had suddenly become too heavy to keep upright. A shocked noise came from Fenton, but Gyro was quick to give his coworker a thumbs up, letting him know that he was conscious. For now.
“No,” he finally managed to squeak out.
Fenton was about to open his bill to protest but stopped himself, shaking his head and turning around. “I guess I can’t help you if you don’t want to be helped,” he muttered, and Gyro heard the sound of him walking in the other direction until he could no longer feel his presence.
“That’s exactly what…I wanna…say…” he choked out, even though he knew nobody was around to hear it.
Now that Fenton wasn’t breathing down his neck, Gyro decided to get back to work. He slowly raised up and reached out for the drone he’d been working on only to be stopped by another chill coursing through him. Gyro gasped, dropping the drone and cursing to himself when he realized it could have been damaged.
When he bent dow to pick it up, it was as if his arm was physically restraining him from doing so. His head was also beginning to feel progressively stuffier, and it was difficult to keep it up again, especially with how the room was spinning. Gyro could also feel sweat soaking through his clothes, yet he wasn’t sure if he was feeling too hot or too cold. Everything ached, and for a split second, he wished he had someone there to care for him.
But he didn’t need that, he reminded himself. If he really needed assistance, he could call for Lil Bulb. On second thought, he realized he should probably do that right at this very moment to see if he could take something for his headache. However, when he opened his beak to call for the robot, a loud cough caught him by surprise and shook through his body, causing his ribs to hurt.
Alright, so maybe he shouldn’t have chased Fenton away like that. And maybe he did have the flu. And maybe it wouldn’t harm his work if he just let himself take a small nap…just for five minutes. He’d taken power naps before. He would wake right up.
Groaning and shivering, Gyro rested his head down on his desk and shut his eyes, almost instantly drifting into a deep sleep as soon as he allowed his body to rest.
When Gyro woke, his head was pounding, and he still felt groggy. It took him a while for his eyes to properly open up, and once they did, the feeling of being ill struck him again like a ton of bricks. A low groan left his throat as he settled back into reality, having enjoyed the peaceful slumber of…how long was he out?
He attempted to reach for his phone but then realized a little too late that his surroundings were not the same as before. Instead of sitting at his desk with his head buried in his arms, Gyro was laying on his back on the small couch in the corner of the lab. A fleece blanket was wrapped tightly around him, something that felt odd yet comforting.
“Gyro! Are you awake?”
The inventor’s foggy eyes blinked and focused on the concerned face of Fenton standing above him. Unable to muster the energy to put on his usual snarky demeanor, he sighed.
“C-Cabrera? You…but…”
“Did you really think you’d get rid of me that easy?” Fenton laughed. “I just went to the break room for a snack, and when I came back, you were out cold, so I lifted you up and carried you over to the couch. I’ve been here ever since.” He rubbed at his neck nervously. “I really didn’t want to leave with you as sick as you are…”
Gyro couldn’t even be surprised or show any emotion outside of a gentle smile, something he felt that he could only let himself show when he was as out of it as he was at the moment. “Thanks.”
“I’m so sorry. I know you don’t want me to look after you, but it’s so hard when you- wait, what?”
The inventor laughed, burning his already sore throat, but he was much too drowsy to care. “Thanks. For not…leaving me.”
Fenton seemed genuinely shocked by the other’s compassionate reply. Gyro figured he had a right to be. That familiar smile of his slipped back onto his bill. “Oh, well…you’re welcome.”
Although he still felt physically awful, Gyro had to admit that Fenton’s presence calmed him quite a bit. “How long was I out?”
“Oh, a few hours.”
Almost instantly, Gyro tried to leap to his feet, but a sudden chill stopped him and sent him toppling back onto the couch, guided steadily by Fenton’s worried hands. He let out a low, pained whimper and shut his eyes again.
“You can go back to sleep if you want,” Fenton’s voice soothed him. “I’m here.”
Gyro then felt careful fingers stroking through his hair, knowing they could only belong to one duck. As much as his gut was urging him to tell Fenton to knock it off, it soothed him greatly, and he decided against putting a stop to it. In fact, he could already feel himself drifting off into a slumber once more and didn’t manage to let himself get past a gentle nod before doing so. As long as Fenton was there like he’d promised, Gyro felt better about letting himself rest.
drabble request. momence where jazz internal monologuing (?) realizes he has a crush on allocer and having an "oh. oh shit" momence bc oh my god in love with best fren and then oh my god he has a girlfriend ?!?!?!?!???
Another sleepless night led to another onslaught of scattered thoughts and memories.
Jazz sighed, thankful that his brother wasn't currently yelling as much as he had been in his dreams.
Staring up at the ceiling reminded him of those nights under Furfur's training. But the memory of Allocer by his side soothed him.
The thought of Allocer always soothed him.
The presence of Allocer soothed him even more.
…
These scattered thoughts had always circled back and focused on one thing.
And that was him.
The demon who was always by his side.
The demon he could always count on.
Allocer…
There was something that tugged at Jazz's chest. It wasn't new, but it was intense.
It squeezed his heart and made it pound.
Bringing a hand to his warm cheek, he had a feeling his face had flushed a shade of red.
This was nothing new.
It was nothing new.
Still, he couldn't help but wonder why…
The specks on the ceiling suddenly became incredibly interesting. Anything to guide himself away from that train of thought.
Jazz didn't know what this ceiling was made of. If he asked, he was sure Allocer would be able to provide an answer, with his deep and calming voice…
Oh…
Oh no.
There was no way.
There was no way that Jazz could think of Allocer like that.
They were best friends. Partners. But not like that.
(as a quick note, this is the last one i think i’m doing tonight… i will pick up the rest tomorrow! <3)
“Saaaans! Wake Up!”
Sans groaned as he gave his brother a bleary eyed look. They were snuggled in bed together, Sans hadn’t meant to fall asleep but Papyrus always gave the best hugs. Plus it was still early, Papyrus usually was up and gone on patrol by now leaving him to sleep in. But Papyrus had the day off, and by the way he was caressing down Sans’s rib cage it seemed he didn’t want to waste the morning.
“pap i’m so tired can we not wait-”
“No I Don’t Want To Wait!-” Papyrus interrupted him, moving to sit on top of him before Sans could protest “-Besides, You Can Just… Nyeh- Let Me Be In Charge”
It was only now that Sans realised his brother had shed his night clothes. Papyrus’s dripping orange pussy was pressing almost on his crotch, something which defiantly woke him up a little more.
“are you serious? shit pap-”
“Language Brother!” Papyrus scolded, Pinning Sans to the bed for real this time by straddling him fully.
Sans Couldn’t help it, he felt his cock harden and press into Papyrus through his shorts. Papyrus wasted no time, he raised himself up and pulled the thin layer of material between them down. After Lining himself up Papyrus started to sink down on his brother’s length, making them both groan. Sans tried to sit up somewhat only to have Papyrus push him back down, as he set up a fast pace. Sans looked up at his brother’s face in the darkness, not missing the mischievous and flushed look on his face as started to ride him.
“It’s Ok Brother- Go Back To Sleep. At Least This Part Of You Is Awake”
for the drabble how about underfell red x edge; smut and fluff of course but with dom!red and sub!edge ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) don't mind if edge would use female parts, it would make things even better! XD I'm not sure about the kink 🤔 overstimulation is nice.. And you know how much I love your work!!! 🙈
thankyou so much! :D
ooo these requests are great, i hope you enjoy the result!
also as a side note, this is the first time I’ve written just fellcest on their own. i need to rectify that :P
“Let me hear you say it boss” Red teased.
He knew he had hit the jackpot when Edge had come to him with his face already completely flushed muttering about wanting to try something. Red’s magic had formed immediately as he pinned his brother to the couch to try and get a confession out of him. After much teasing and a little bit of begging on his part Red had found out his brother had brought a new toy for them to try. The difference from their usual stuff was what made Red almost cum in his pants. The vibrating wand was best suited for using on his brother, it had been designed with a pussy in mind. Which meant Red was going to be in the one using it on him, putting him in control. Red had resisted the urge to fuck his brother into the couch and instead had played along with Edge’s plan, spending time on setting everything up just the way he wanted.
But now, with edge spread open and tied up on the bed, they were going to do things Red’s way.
“You Know I Do You Little Shit- Why Won’t You Just Ahhhh!” Edge replied, losing his ability to talk as Red turned up the intensity of the vibrations again.
“heh, i can’t be too bad- not with you screamin’ like this bro”
They had been doing this at least an hour now, Red had lost count over the amount of time his brother had cum. Currently though, Red was pushing his brother almost to the brink of orgasum and then stopping. This was driving Edge absolutely wild; his eye sockets were full of tears, he was pulling against the restraints and his cunt was practically throbbing from all the stimulation. Red wanted nothing more than to free his own straining erection but if he could just hold out a little longer he would get what he wanted.
Red heard a murmur from edge’s direction, his brother wasn’t making eye contact and had buried his head into the pillow as he spoke.
“can’t hear ya sweetheart- maybe this will help” Red growled, turning up the dial just one more notch.
Edge’s eyes rolled back as he moaned into the pillow, but still he didn’t cave. Red had almost given up hope but then Edge flung his head back towards him, babbling through his moans.
“Ah! I Love You, Red Please- Ah! I Love You Please Fuck Me!”
Red discarded the toy on the bed, pulling down his shorts and lining himself up to his shaking brother. Red was so caught up he completely missed the small smirk on Edge’s face as the taller skeleton finally got what he wanted.
Sensual teeth brushing ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) Whichever AU comes to mind first with such a prompt.
Well, you can’t expect to mention teeth and me not go for sweet sugar <3
So i went with the horrortale bros! i hope this is ok, it’s not a kink i’ve written before!
It had been a few weeks since they moved to the safer universe and for the first time in years Blood could actually take care of his brother properly. Years of neglect had meant that getting back into a routine of looking after themselves was hard, but Sugar’s enthusiasm made everything worth it. There was one problem area though, Sugar found anything to do with his teeth embarrassing. Blood loved everything about his brother, but he knew that seeing this world’s Papyrus had flared up Sugar’s anxiety over his appearance. But it was all going to be ok, this was something Blood could help him with.
At least, that was the plan.
Blood had suggested they start with cleaning his teeth before bed, getting them healthy and strong before they went to a doctor about them. Blood had offered to help and Sugar had agreed reluctantly. They both knew Sugar needed help, at least at first, or he would ‘forget’ to do it. They squeezed themselves into the smaller bathroom before bed, and Blood began prepping the tooth brush. Blood knew that being this close to his brother was borderline dangerous considering his infatuation, but he needed to put his own issues aside to help Sugar. He made sure not to use too much paste and wet the brush before bringing it towards his brother. Blood started by making small gentle circles on Sugar’s front teeth, making sure to rise it regularly.
Everything seemed to be going fine until Blood increased the pressure slightly. He was trying to make sure Sugar’s teeth were thoroughly cleaned, Blood had become a little lost in his task and leaned in closer. He hadn’t expected the soft whining sound to come from Sugar’s closed mouth.
“sorry bro, did i press too hard? does it hurt?” Blood asked, quickly withdrawing his hand away.
“N-no it felt erm-nice-” Sugar replied trying not to make eye contact with his brother “-you can continue, i-if you want”
Blood felt the magic rushing towards his pelvis at that little confession. He was extremely glad he was wearing baggy shorts or he would have been very embarrassed. Instead he turned and wet the brush again, eager to get back to his task with a new mindset. Blood turned to Sugar again, offering an almost sweet smile even when he was trying to commit this moment to memory. Today was surely going to fuel his fantasies for weeks.
