This is just a short Angst drabble…. Only hurt, attempted and failed comfort. its one-sided swapcest, as well as attempted Black x Blue x Slim….. Blue and Stretch have a soul bond that Stretch no longer wants. I might continue this one later, if I feel up to it… It makes me sad.
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Blue feels the tug on his soul, even from a Universe away. The pain that comes with Stretch staying in Underfell doesn’t subside when he stays with Black and Slim.
He’s in Black’s lap though, and the delicate stroke of his gloves against Blue’s face is enough to soothe his heart anyway. Black isn’t having it. “You love us, don’t you?”
Blue sighs, eye lights gone so he doesn’t have to see, mind blank so he doesn’t have to think. “Mmhm.”
“And you want to stay here, of course. You’ve already said that.”
Slim is in the kitchen, cleaning or cooking or something, enough that when he pauses to listen to the conversation, the lack of commotion is noticeable. The house is silent for a moment. Blue sighs and shifts so his face is pressed against the neck of Black’s spine. “Yeah.”
Black has his arms wrapped comfortingly around Blue’s body and he gives a slight squeeze as he considers his next words carefully. “I know… I..” He takes a moment to rethink and begins again. “You’re going to be hurt either way, but if you would just let go, we could have a bright future Blue. The three of us.”
The tension in Blue’s body seems to let go all at once and he feels that he must be quite heavy in Black’s arms, but he is held tight regardless. “I’m not strong enough.”
“Of course you are!” Black snapped, but was quick to warmth again. “… And even if you aren’t, I… we will be your strength, love. Bonds don’t have to be between just two, it’s about souls absorbing a piece of each other, the three of us, we cou-”
“I KNOW what it’s about!” Blue rubbed at his own eye sockets with the back of his gloved hands and tried not to focus on the emotional pain he was no doubt making his brother aware of. “I hate him and I hate myself for hating him, but letting go and breaking that bond… I’ll lose a piece of my own soul and I… I’m not… strong enough. I love you, but I love him and I want him to love me too, but he’s…. he’s over it. The only time I feel love coming from him is when he’s… When I’m not in the same universe as him. And god it just… hurts so much.”
Black held him tighter and Blue felt Slim walk in, still saying nothing, but kneeling down in front of them. “you need to let go.”
Another flat color commission, this time of Swapfell Papyrus and Swap Sans! The piece was commissioned by @trashdragonhouse for @randomly-reblogs! Thanks so much for commissioning me again <3
I...really see their relationship as brotherly, rather than romantic. Both of them see too much of their brother in the other.
And...I don’t think they respect each other enough. Don’t get me wrong! They like each other. They probably don’t even realize the lack of respect. But Slim has trouble seeing past the happy face Blue puts on, and Blue can only see a sad, broken skeleton. It’s actually Blue’s attitude that is the hardest to break past. He can’t see Slim as anything other than a victim, so he’d never be willing to date him, thinking he was taking advantage.
2. Platonically-
They’re protective of each other—for some of the same reasons listed above. Blue sees Slim as a victim (a broken shadow of his own brother), and Slim sees Blue as unknowingly vulnerable.
They don’t talk, but they’re friendly. Blue tries to make Slim feel welcome, and Slim appreciates his efforts (and his cooking).
Ultimately, though, I’d say their pre-concieved notions about each other get in the way of a true friendship.
Pairing: Fellswap Papyrus X Underswap Sans (Puppyberry)
Rating: 18+
Word Count: 800
Warnings: Cross universe incest, petplay
Summary: Rus did a very bad thing. It’s time to show him who his new master is.
A secret santa gift for the wonderful @skribbleprince!!! I love you babe!
CONTAINS FONTCEST. 18+ ONLY. DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.
“YOU STUPID MUTT!” a backhanded force slams right against Rus’s jaw and his body slumped onto his knees.
“Master, please,” Rus pants, his long tongue rolling out and reaching his chest, dripping with hot drool as he pressed his face against Blue’s crotch, rubbing his hard dick through his pants.
The smaller skeleton grabbed Rus’s head and knees him straight into his skull, orange magic leaking from the newly formed cracks and bruises littering across his cheek. Rus chokes and spits a wad of blood onto the floor, then looks up at his master with pure lust and adoration.
“What did I say about touching me,” Blue forcefully grabs Rus’s chin, “when you haven’t earned it!”
“My deepest apologizes, Master,” the taller skeleton licks the dripping magic off his face, “I will not do it again.”
Blue’s eyes remained cold, emotionless, hollow, as is his voice, “I don’t believe you. You need to be punished for what you’ve done.”
With lightning speed, Blue grabs Rus by his collar and drags him onto the bed, then summoning an army of cerulean tentacles by his side. The taller skeleton’s eyes widened as the tendrils wraps around his limbs, holding him down on the bed. Blue unbuckled the other monster’s pants, freeing his erect seven inch orange cock from its restraints. He reaches over to his drawer where he fishes a wide metal ring and attaches it around Rus’s cock. The taller skeleton gasps and arches his back as soon as Blue flips the switch, the ring buzzing and sending vibrations all along his length, but Blue isn’t done yet. He also grabs a pile of small bullets and duct tape, strapping the small pods along his ribs and spine, then turns the dial up to max. Rus’s entire body buzzes, his eye lights rolling to the back of his head as the waves of immense pleasure comes crashing into him. Blue discards his own clothes, a pristine blue ecto vag forming with a big clit.
“Do you want a taste of this, Mutt?”
“Y-Yes Master-”
CRACK!
A tentacle whips him straight onto his pelvis, leaving a sore, red mark as Rus’s joints tightens from the impact, pleased moans of pain and pleasure escaping his mouth.
“Are you worthy?”
“N-No Master, I am not-”
CRACK!
Another tentacles slaps his ribs his time, the red welts forming across his chest, as he lets out another pained scream, his vision bursting with stars.
“Wrong,” CRACK “I decide if you are worthy, do you understand?”
The taller skeleton whimpers and nods, facing another twenty lashes all over his body, his cock still hard and vibrating from the ring. The whips burns, but mixes in with the ecstasy, continuously keeping him suspended in a sea of fire licking away at his erogenous zones. Finally, Blue ceases the torment, and presents himself to Rus’s mouth, ordering him to service him. The other monster immediately latches on, his long tongue circling his clit and lapping away at the juices. Blue mews happily, grinding his pelvis on the other monster’s face, his knuckles tightening around the bed stand to hold steady. Rus smirks as he slips his tongue instead Blue’s entrance, the long appendage reaching the the depths of his womb, and rubbing his G-spot sensually. The smaller monster cries out in heat, making Rus pause, but Blue wraps his fingers around his neck, eyes blazing.
“Don’t you dare stop, or that’s another 20 lashes, do you understand?!”
Rus answers by pushing his tongue further inside, and stroking quickly, bringing Blue to the brink of an orgasm. Finally, Rus presses down on the g-spot hard and the small skeleton screams in delight, cumming and squirting his juices all over the tall skeleton’s face. Rus drinks it all up without hesitation while Blue calms his erratic heart rate down.
“Good boy, you’re my very good boy,” Blue strokes his head lovingly.
He mounts off his mouth and focuses on his dick, which is now slightly bigger, with veins bulging out and the ring almost ready to fly off. Blue clips off the ring, and as soon as he does, Rus screams out in shocking bliss, his magic spraying everywhere like a fountain and landing on both their naked bodies. Overwhelmed by the immense pleasure, Rus promptly passes out.
Blue pets his boyfriend’s sleeping head as he curls up against him. Rus stirs and cracks one eye open, blinking once, then pulling Blue closer and squeezing him tighter.
“How was that? Did I do a good job? Was it too much?” the smaller skeleton asks, his eyes glistening with silver stars.
Rus presses a kiss onto his forehead and nuzzles in closer, “You were perfect. Thank you. I love you.”
probably one of the rarest of pairs, honestly. a bit of an intro into this: i may or may not have taken liberty with the prompt, and this may or may not be less of a ship and more of a “slim is here and oh let’s throw blue in last moment”
WARNINGS (yeah, this has warnings): thoughts of death, nihilism, unhealthy mindsets, mention of physical violence (nothing too graphic), possible relation to unhealthy relationships
He wished that he had his coat. Then again, after what had happened, he was lucky that they hadn’t killed him. The coat was the least of his worries right now. His hands trembled slightly, and with a glare and focus Slim stilled them, sighing as he leaned his head back against the wall.
Though they wouldn’t kill him, would they? They hadn’t been pushed far enough to kill from what he had done. And he’d done quite a lot. But no, everyone had their breaking point, and Slim considered himself rather adept at finding them. So he knew that there would be consequences for what he did, but that he wouldn’t die over it.
He tried not to be disappointed by that fact.
Being weaned from violence wasn’t as simple as just saying “Hey! Try to not stab people anymore!” Not that stabbing was really his thing in the first place, but the others seemed to think that just going cold turkey was the best method. It had worked for his brother and Red and Fell, after all. Surprise surprise: he was out of the norm.
Part of him was glad that they had just decided to put him in the shed until he calmed down. It wasn’t like it was really his fault, of course. He told them that just sitting around waiting would make things build up, and sure enough, it had.
He needed an outlet, and the things said by the therapist that they made him go to weren’t really helping. Everyone had gotten pissed when he’d started breaking shit or tearing up paper, and after a while he’d gotten bored of doing both anyways.
There wasn’t a lot that he could do but sit around and wait for his senses to overload once more. He had tried to get better, and it hadn’t worked, and now he was just tired. Tired of trying, of dealing with this…
Funny how he almost missed Swapfell sometimes. The Taleverses had a million and a half ways to work through everything. When he was underground, there were only two. Kill or be killed.
The door creaked open, and Slim flicked his gaze up before moving it away, looking down and picking at the raised and off-color scars on his bones from badly-set breaks and unhealed gashes. Shuffling footsteps paused just inside the door before they started to make their way towards him, slow and uncertain.
Navigating through the mess that he had made, for lack of a better description, would be fucking difficult. They did lock him in here, he reminded himself, and in the smaller space he had to find something to take out his energy on. It was what they deserved, anyways. Or maybe it wasn’t, and that was just his mind grasping in a desperate attempt to shift the blame from himself; for his sanity, he rationalized.
Either way, it wasn’t his fault. It was his mind or it was others, vague “it”s and “they”s that gave him something higher to focus positive and negative thoughts on. Slim realized that he was waxing poetic - or maybe waning, if introduction of logical thought couldn’t be included in the poetic-ness of it - and promptly decided that it was bullshit.
The footsteps stopped just beside him and didn’t move after that, so Slim looked up to see Blue standing there, arms crossed over his chest- not in disappointment or defensiveness, but more for comfort. Neither said anything. It was fairly hard to find something to say when standing in front of a “friend” who was suffering from a mental breakdown and responded by lashing out in violence.
And it was even harder to find anything worthwhile to say when you’re sitting on the ground in front of someone you had tried to stab when they had tried to calm you in the middle of your nervous breakdown.
Maybe he should have felt guilty. But he didn’t. And that was the thing, the main point behind it all. Slim didn’t feel guilty. And why should he? He had found something that had worked in the past, and then everyone decided to pull the floor out from under him, watching him as he stumbled and fell in confusion and watching as the others got up and made themselves comfortable, but here he was, literally and metaphorically sitting on the floor and watching all this happen around him as they watched him with microscopic scrutiny.
Sometimes, he wondered what would happen if he painted himself some bullshit color and waved his arms around above his head, screaming “Hey! Guess fucking what! I literally have no idea what’s going on!”
But that was a stupid idea, and he was pretty sure that they would find him before he finished painting himself fully and ruin the whole joke, or maybe they would see it as some kind of cry for help. Whatever. It was fun to think about.
Blue moved, looking uncomfortable, and Slim realized that oh, he’d been staring at him as the thoughts ran rampant through his head, and that kind of thing tended to make people uncomfortable. He looked away, not bothering to apologize, and the release of his gaze seemed to be what Blue needed to move closer, sliding down the wall until he was sitting beside him. He still didn’t say anything, and the silence went from uncomfortable, to wanted, to boring, to uncomfortable all within the span of a few seconds.
“What do you want,” Slim said, because he wasn’t actually asking since to ask is to want an answer. He just wanted to break the silence, but he’d started on the topic, and so now he had to continue it. “Do you want me to apologize or some shit?”
No response was given, but Slim knew that the answer to that question was a definite yes. He scoffed a laugh, because he didn’t want to apologize. “You want me to- to just go and fucking hop right onto the roller coaster of life with a bouquet of fucking roses, singing Kumbaya?”
His mind reminded him that no, Blue had said nothing of the sort, and just what the fuck kind of metaphor was that in the first place? Fuck off, he thought in return.
Slim dropped his voice into something thick, letting his face twist into something afraid, heat prickling at his eyes. The best way to beg for money, he had found, but it typically only worked when you were a kid. “This isn’t who I am. This... this awful thing that I’ve done, this thing I’ve done to hurt you and everyone else, it’s not me. I can do better, be better, I swear. This was a mistake, I really am trying.” He prattled off a list of half-apologies, managing to keep the act up until he reached the final one, sob moving into a bark of a laugh.
He swept his hand down his face before moving it to arc theatrically in front of his body. Fuck the police, he thought. His mind, the damned, half-logical thing, reminded him that the thought literally had nothing to do with anything that was going on.
It was silent again, and Slim thought that Blue was about to get up and leave before he spoke, voice soft but steady.
“You tried to kill me,” he said. Not accusing, just a statement.
“I did,” he agreed. They continued to sit there. Slim grabbed the bottom of his sweater, picking out an end of yarn that was poking out, breaking it off and twirling it around his finger. You had to be remorseful to apologize, right? The thing was that he wasn’t. Or maybe he was. It was hard to think at the current moment. He was holding a very interesting piece of yarn.
Wow, he thought, I am really fucked up. His mind agreed with him.
A weight settled on his arm, and he looked down to see that Blue had leaned his head against him, gaze fixed on a point of the wall just in front of them.
“I forgive you,” he said, said, always saying things.
Slim waited for him to move away, and when he didn’t, he swallowed. This wasn’t half bad, he thought. He’d probably be fine to do it again some other time when the atmosphere wasn’t so shrouded in awkwardness. It was always fairly awkward when you were in the same room as someone that you had once stabbed- or someone you had intended to stab. The idea of the stabbing was there either way.
He needed a smoke.
He was really, really fucked up. Admission is the first step on the road to recovery, his mind said.
Sorry had to lol. Swap paps fainted (any pairing because cute and shy), blueberry is the one to try for a kiss first, paps is an intentional tease /flirting master who makes your knees week then gos for the kiss, sans classic will pun about it until you snap and kiss him just to shut him up, raspberry will blush and sputter then damnd a repeat, pup will crash and take a minute to reboot or be super flirt mater there is no in between, red gets a boner, edge is giggly and super excited
At first I was worried that you didn’t realize this was a fontcest blog because of the use of 2nd person, but I looked at my post and it literally said fontcest, so I’m going to hope that you’re chill with my comments on this!
I love your mix and match ideas here and I’d like to point out a few things:
Swapcest: Blue goes in for the kiss, then Stretch immediately passed out and Blue panics, thinking he misread the situation lol!
RottonJoke: Sans keeps making puns about making out until Raspberry kisses him to shut up. Sans is stunned into silence, but Raspberry demands more kisses after that, but waits for Sans to snap out of his stupor. Then real make outs begin. ;)
Edgeberry: is just adorable because Blue goes in for the kiss and Edge bursts into giggles like he wasn’t expecting just gentleness to be sent his way... <3
RedPuff: (not sure of this ship-name but UTPaps and UFSans) Paps beating around the bush, but teasing the fuck out of Red for like weeks. Red keeps his composure despite massive teasing. On the inside he’s practically gagging for it lol! The second Paps decides he’s ready for a kiss he holds Red’s face in his hands and they kiss for a decent amount of time, the second he pulls away he notices Red has completely lost this fake composure and is rock fuckin hard and he’s just like 8I Well! Better take care of that then!
Puppy/Everyone: Slim flirts with everyone he can, thinking he’s clever and loving the attention and flustered way everyone gets when he does that... But then Blueberry goes in for the kill one day, wraps his arms around Slim’s neck and really goes for it, smooches the heck out of this flirtatious tease. That’s when Slim turns bright orange and starts spluttering and being shy. He is still wrapped around Blue though, who thinks this whole ordeal is too adorable. Blue tells the others and now whenever he tries to be overly flirty, he earns himself a smooch from whatever skeleton, because they all want to see him flustered. He realizes what’s happened, what’s happening and only flirts harder. He adores the attention, even if it leaves him trembling in people’s arms.
is it too late to ask about ship dynamics? if not how about bbqberry? like swapfell papy and swap sans!!
I’ve never really gotten into Blue/Slim, honestly. Maybe because I’m not fond of their general depictions in smut in particular (and, truthfully, a lot of fics in general).
I think Blue pities Slim. And, frankly, that’s not a good foundation for a relationship. They’d be a pretty good match kink-wise, though Blue really isn’t a sadist.
I think the only way I could really like it is if Blue learned to respect rather than pity Slim. Maybe a “stuck in Swapfell” sort of situation, where Blue was forced to see that Slim may be anxious and nervous, but he’s far from defenseless or weak. Blue has a lot of Razz’s same strengths and weaknesses, so they’d make a good combat team—and Slim would do very well to keep Blue from gaining LV. As Blue’s respect for Slim grows, I could see them beginning to have other, softer feelings for each other, as his pity became a desire to see Slim experience good things, nice things.
Blue will always be more outgoing and more social, but Slim has his own kind of quiet strength. It’s easy to overlook—especially for someone like Blue—but it’s definitely there. If Blue can be made to see it, I think they could have a good relationship. Ships based on pity or the kind of protectiveness Blue has for Slim are a no-go as far as I’m concerned. Nothing’s half as sexy as mutual respect.
