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[chemdawg40]

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[tiredcringe]

proper greeting

[yastaghr]

Kinktober 2019 Day 22

This one came out really quick and made my heart rate go insanely high. I hope you like it as much as I do.

Pairing: Underswap Papyrus/ Undertale Sans

Kinks: Primal Play, Tails, barbs

Warnings: None

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/20851682/chapters/53594947

A naked skeleton ran through the maze, careening around corners and crashing into dead ends. He was still technically bipedal, although his legs had shifted from plantigrade to digitigrade. A long tail was tucked between their legs with the bones rubbing on the summoned lips of a deep blue pussy. Fat wobbled all the way up from his hips to the bottom of his ribs. Small boobs that could barely be called that floated over the thick ribs. Wide shoulders sloped down to rapidly pumping arms that ended in claws. The barest suggestion of a snout grew out of the round skull. White eyelights like pinpricks darted from wall to wall, desperately searching for something safe.

Classic clutched at his chest, willing his heart to slow its desperate beats. He couldn’t even tell the beats apart anymore they were so fast. He was scared, yes, but also excited. He knew what was coming was inevitable, but for him the fun was in the chase. He could hear the thundering footsteps that were following him. The thought of them hunting him already had his pussy leaking slick down his thick thighs.

He turned a corner and immediately regretted it. His feet desperately tried to stop his momentum, but he had been running hard. He slid across the old stone floor and straight into the wall of another dead end. He crashed into it, and this time the impact had him seeing stars. He braced his hands on his knees and hung his head, trying not to pass out. A painful minute he didn’t have flew past. Then the stars cleared enough that Classic could force himself to run again. He pushed off the wall and ran.

Classic thought he was doing okay when he slid around a left corner and nearly ran right into his pursuit. Stretch was half transformed and naked, too. His tail was whipping back and forth with frustration, but it curled into a pleased curve when the other saw Classic. He growled low in his throat and pounced.

In the space of a few seconds Classic found himself pinned to the ground by the weight of Stretch. His heavy belly rested entirely on Classic’s hands, which were locked behind him by a large clawed hand. The other hand grabbed his tail and yanked his ass up by it. Classic whined.

Stretch didn’t seem to care. The hand that held his tail passed it into the grip of the other. Classic was now pinned in the classic pose of submission, his face pressed into the ground and his pussy raised and presented. He hated it, but Stretch seemed to love it. His teeth closed on Classic’s shoulder and sunk deep into him. In the same motion Stretch’s barbed dick thrust into his pussy in one go. Not even a second passed before Stretch set a rough, fast pace. The barbs dug into his pussy walls with every jerk. They hit a kink in Classic he hadn’t even known he had.

Stretch fucked him like the animals they almost were and Classic loved it. He was living in his instincts now and his instincts called for him to push himself to orgasm. The feel of Stretch’s balls bopping his clit certainly helped. He soon found himself meeting Stretch’s thrusts.

Classic didn’t know how long it was before Stretch sunk inside him and started cumming. The barbs lodged in his pussy. Stretch wasn’t pulling out for a long time. His thick, hot cum painted Classic’s cervix until it was covered in goo. That was what set him off to finally cum. His legs went weak as a staticy orgasm rippled through his body.

Stretch let him fall to the floor of the maze and collapsed on top of him, panting. “scene, hah, hah, end. daaamn classic, that was good. you almost got away. you feel so good underneath me. hope you don’t mind if i take a nap. all that running has me dog tired, heh.”

“stretc, no- fuck, you’re already asleep. i hate that you can do that,” Classic complained. He settled himself into as comfortable a position as he could manage underneath such a heavy weight and tried to drift off himself. It didn’t work. It never did.

[messedupessy]

Essy, my dude, my dudesse, 14 screams honey ketchup. You don't have to do it of course, but please agree that it's just those 2 dumb bois. Mwah! ♥

Dude, I literally ran out of my shower to start writing this after I got this ask! Even though what I came up within the shower had to be discarded as I went and changed POV etc, but ahh so proud of myself for finishing this so quickly fjekwnfkjfw but yes here ya go coggy enjoy UwU ❤ also thank u for sending this one in it’s so perfect for them gnjenjge 

Connect the dots

Relationship: Honeyketchup/stonerbros, Underswap Papyrus x Undertale Sans

Warnings: none just fluff and bad jokes

Prompt: “Can you stop playing connect the dots with my freckles?”  

Summary: Just two sleepy guys been dorks, is all ya get

AO3

The story below the cut

Something was slightly tickling himon his face.

Stretch scrunched his face up in agrimace, the feeling persistently not going away. So he instead unwillingly openedhis eyes blearily so he could figure out what was tickling him.

Just to find Sans who he wascurrently holding in his arms, as he fell asleep earlier all cuddled up withSans, who was looking at him with mischief in his eyes and a black marker inhis hand.

Well, that explained why it feltlike someone was tickling him just below his eye sockets, as it was exactlywhat was happening. Though the tickling aspect of it was most likely onaccident.  

“morn, sleeping beauty.”, Sanschuckled, as he drew another line between his freckles, connecting them toanother freckle, not even stopping even though the gig was up and he was caughtin the act.  

“morn… can ya stop playin’…-“, his tiredmumbled, and half hearted protest, got momentarily interrupted by a loud yawn,his voice slurred with sleep. “…connect the dots with my freckles…?”

“nah.”, Sans replied casually,yawning widely in response to Stretch’s own yawn, while drawing yet anotherline onto his face.  

Stretch then sighed deeply, tad bitoverdramatically, closing his sockets again as he just relaxed his whole bodywhile he let Sans keep drawing on his face, connecting freckle after frecklewith the black marker, knowing there really was no stopping him.

And it wasn’t like he really mindedanyway, as it was pretty funny, and seeing his boyfriend’s work later would behilarious.

It also felt kinda nice actually, at first ithad tickled, but now it was weirdly soothing.  

He could feel himself quicklygetting lulled back asleep, but his descend into dream land was abruptlystopped as he stiffened suddenly, as he realised just what Sans was drawing onhim, that Sans wasn’t just playing connect the dots at random but was making avery familiar pattern.

“you’re drawin’ a fucking dick,aren’t you.”, Stretch stated with a deadpanned expression, his eyes stillclosed.

“maybe…”, Sans replied, not stoppingin his work at all, but Stretch could hear in his voice he was obviouslygrinning widely. “seems like you are finally connecting the dots, pal.”

“pfft, seems like i am.”, Stretchsnorted, as he then proceeded in pulling the other closer to him, pressing asoft tired kiss onto Sans mouth, which he returned in kind kissing him backslowly, still obviously grinning widely while he wrapped his arms aroundStretch’s neck.

Stretch then nuzzled his face downinto the crook of Sans own neck, making the other unable to keep drawing on hisface, though it didn’t stop him from drawing one last line between some of thefreckles that was on his cheek bone though.

As the two of them settled intotheir new cuddle position on the couch, Sans simply dropped the marker he hadbeen holding while nuzzling himself into Stretch’s neck, his legs wrappingthemselves around Stretch.

“ya do know…”, Stretch murmured,feeling sleep begin to claim him once more. “that when i wake up… this meanswar…?”

“yup.”, Sans answered simply, hisvoice quickly getting thick with sleep while pressing a soft kiss to Stretch’scheek. “bring it on, honeybunch.”  

Stretch didn’t reply to that though,as he was already fast asleep.

Andwith that, Sans after letting out another chuckle, quickly fell asleep as well,the both of them all curled up in one another’s arms peacefully snoozing away.

[dankiawarden]

Quiz time

The very awesome @damnedxfate drew me an awesome NSFW picture of my favorite Stonerbros! You can find it here https://damnedxfate.tumblr.com/post/186778132324/commission-for-dankiawarden-of-stretch-and-sans

I have two story ideas for it, but can't decide which one I want to write. So I'm going to see which one people would like to see more. The quiz can be found here https://www.quiz-maker.com/poll2446678xf4dB45dE-69 Happy voting!

[ollie-oxen-free]

Torpid

flufftober day 7: honeyketchup

“ollie,” i hear you cry, “your posts are getting shorter!” but i say nothing in return, face blank as i click blankly at my laptop

If there was one thing that Stretch knew about Sans, it was that he loved to sleep. Maybe not sleep, not really, but pretend to, body sprawled out in ways that couldn’t be comfortable and eyes shut peacefully. Stretch didn’t like to sleep, not nearly as much, wanting to be occupied and active in some way, not able to just slump on the couch and stare at the ceiling for hours on end. When it came to doing nothing, Sans was the most capable of anyone.

The weather was getting colder, though. Not the same kind of cold as Snowdin, of course, but getting there, shivers and tucked covers and staying in bed just a bit longer than needed. Now was one such time, Stretch cracking open a socket and looking around the cluttered mess of their room. A sort of organized chaos that would make their brothers cringe.

He grinned as he shifted with a sigh, the edges of sleep drifting away from him the longer he kept his sockets open, and so he shut them once more, burrowing further into the warmth under the comforter.

He felt more than heard a shuffle, the mattress dipping as Sans pressed up behind him, skull pressed just between his scapula and an arm drifting to flop over his hips. If he bothered to look he knew he would see the discoloration under the other’s sockets having lessened, actual sleep coming to him for once. But he didn’t bother, just enjoying the warmth and the closeness of the other.

They could wake up later.

[elegantfolly]

[krystal-twi]

I do, but I wish I didn't.

A repost of an Classicberry story I felt deserved to stand on its own.

It was Sans’s wedding day. He was marrying his best friend, Stretch. Someone who was funny and understood him on levels that not even Sans did. He should be happy. Instead, he feels like he was going to fall apart.

-what happens when you fall in love with the one you can't have? Heartache.-