Saucy Spare Ribs

by Mystique

Summary:

A collection of short drabbles I'd written for friends, to share on discord, or other places that I just feel like tossing on here now too. Some will get continuations as I feel like it, and some won't. Short descriptions and additional warnings if needed will appear at the top of each chapter.

Come get your spicy, finger-licking treats y'all!

Notes:

One of your edgy boyfriends edges you a whole lot, then makes you talk to his brother, you're other boyfriend, Edge. (Implied V poly between you and the brothers, though not implied very hard.)

This was an inside joke among some friends where there was once the description of 'edging' being given as "saying hi to Edge". Thus this drabble was born from it.

Chapter 1: Edging

The sound of your heavy breathing is all that can be heard in the nearly black room. The only light source the red glow from your paramour's eyes, drooping tongue, and very erect cock that rubs tantalizingly against your upper thigh. Sweat drenches your nude body, hair plastered to your forehead. Your muscles have begun to burn in that familiar, delightful ache that only the skeleton above you has ever been able to achieve.

Red’s hard, smooth phalanges work inside you again, dragging delicious friction against your inner walls that is driving you up the walls figuratively. He’s been at it for over an hour now. First with his tongue, then with his hands, then back to that devilish tongue, now back to being knuckles deep, and STILL YOU HAVEN’T CLIMAXED.

If you weren’t having the time of your life you would have dusted him by now. God, you just want him to shove his cock in you already and have his way with you.

Once more you feel that heady pressure winding up in you, once more your hips start jerking with the motions of his nimble phalanges, and once more you start begging him in an incoherent gibbering jumble of words. Once more you feel him start to slow down. Not stopping though, oh no, never stopping. 

You want to scream for reasons that are obviously not your now fading orgasm.

“Red-huff! are you ever going to-huff! let me cum?” you whine, eyes snapping to the sharp-grinned skeleton.

“maybe I will, once I’ve edged you jus’ right,” he purrs as he nips you gently on your jaw, just below your ear.

You crinkle your brow in confusion. He’s been doing this to you for an eternity now, you’re pretty sure he’s over-achieved at that point, which is saying a lot considering it’s Red you are talking about. You tell him as much and he chuckles darkly at you.

“almos’, one more time, dollface.”

He shifts to hovering above you, nudging your legs open further to make room for himself. Unfortunately, the hardness pressing against your inner thigh has not replaced his phalanges yet as he begins to pump them into you faster. The distal bone of his thumb once more started its inexorable drag across your clit, his well-practiced motions bringing your old friend the tension back.

You can feel your climax building again, coming faster after each ebb and flow. Just as you are starting to let yourself fall into the new wave, however, something very usual happens.

Red gets out his phone and dials someone. You hear the distant sound of the other line ringing in your shocked silence.

You are about to yell at him, maybe bring your leg back and kick this motherfucker across the room, when in a flash he'd removed his fingers and replaced them with his cock. He slams into you to the hilt and you let out a wanton moan just as the other line picks up with a gruff “HELLO?”.

There is a beat of silence after your moan, and the voice yells, “WHAT THE HELL SANS?”

You recognize that voice, it’s Red’s brother Papyrus, or Edge as he’s commonly called.

“heya bro, this’ll be quick,” he passes the phone down to you, holding onto it as he holds it against your ear. You are trying to sink into the mattress, and angrily mouthing 'what the fuck???’ very quietly at Red.

“can’t be properly ‘edged’ until you say hi to edge, so go ahead, doll, say hi.”

You are so furious you could once again scream, but this time you don’t because Edge is on the phone, and you desperately did not want him to hear you.

Sans isn’t playing nice though, he has started pounding into you at a heady pace, perfectly hitting all the right spots he knows so very well. You are definitely almost there, and maybe if you clench your jaw and ride it out you’ll orgasm quietly and Papyrus would never be the wiser.

You’re not that lucky though. Just as you think your end has finally come, Red starts to slow down. 

No! Not again! You shoot an enraged glare up at the man you might just murder and get a teasing grin in response. You know what you have to do.

Before the feeling can start to drain from you once more you open your mouth, and through gritted teeth squeak out the words “Hi. Edge.”

In a flash, Red snatches away the phone and ends the call, cutting off the flustered utterances of his brother, and finally finishes what he started.

Chapter 2: Earresistible

Notes:

This one's just a cute little fluffy fic about Killer getting turned into a rabbit. Inspired by this amazing art by Aoi-Kanna on Tumblr. No spicy in this one, though there is a little hint of spice at the end. I might write a continuation of this one though someday if inspiration strikes, (where you will most certainly get to see Killer fuck you like a rabbit. ;3c)

You are home alone trying to figure out the latest knitting stitch that Error had shown you earlier. Your fingers not really getting the hang of it yet, but you still feel relaxed enough to hum a tuneless little song as you work. 

 

That is until all hell breaks loose.

 

Apparently, the boys are back sooner than you expected. You hear them clatter into the hallway outside your bedroom in an explosion of cackles and loud joking. Well, at least this means their latest “job” was a success you think. Sighing you set aside your work and exit your room to check on them.

 

You are not surprised when you poke your head out your door and see both Dust and Horror doubled over in laughter, you are a little shocked to see even Nightmare chuckling along with them, however.

 

“What’s so funny?” you ask, a little suspicious. You also note the distinct lack of Killer.

 

Your appearance and question only seem to make Dust and Horror laugh harder, but Nightmare settles quickly, approaching you while one tentacle brushes away a tear from his eye.

 

“Here, a pet for you my pet,” he clearly knows his statement is a joke somehow based on his crooked smile, and one of his tentacles unfurls and deposits a rabbit into your waiting arms.

 

You stand there gobsmacked for a moment as you look down on the white and black spotted bunny, and the bunny stares back up at you almost balefully.

 

“Uh… Why?” you ask, almost afraid of the answer, “And where’s Killer?”

 

“you’re looking at him sweetheart,” Dust supplies between wheezing laughter.

 

“What!? How?” you have many questions. The rabbit in your arms is answering none of them.

 

“The world we came from just now was a mage AU,” Nightmare takes pity on you and decides to answer your questions considering both Horror and Dust are still giggling like mad. “Killer got hit by a stray spell and it turned him into this.”

 

The rabbit wiggles some and you instinctively hold onto it tighter so you don’t drop it. This has to be a joke. It wouldn’t be the first time these boneheads pulled a prank on you. Nightmare’s never been one to join in on shenanigans though, so maybe not? You hold the black-speckled bunny up to look at it closer, it appears to be trying to avoid eye contact with you.

 

“Oh my stars! Killer! Is he going to be ok?”

 

Your panicked question only seems to make Tweedledee and Tweedledum break out in another round of raucous laughter, but Nightmare shrugs his lightly undulating tentacles at you casually.

 

“It’s likely the spell will wear off after some time now that he’s not in that AU anymore. Probably. In the meantime, he’s your responsibility.”

 

With that Nightmare melts into the scenery and is gone, but Horror and Dust are far from done.

 

“look at his cute little wiggle nose and whiskers!” Dust says.

 

“you know, rabbit stew would be pretty good for dinner,” Horror suggests.

 

“You two are terrible! Killer’s been through enough don’t you think?” you scold them, stomping one foot on the ground, though you have a hard time hiding your own amused smile. “He just got really unlucky is all. Which is too bad considering he’s got these adorable little lucky rabbit's feet!”

 

You tickle said toes with a giggle, and Killer kicks them at you aggressively while the other two boys break down in another fit of laughter.

 

“Ok, ok, we’ll stop now sweetie,” you console the angry fluff (though Dust and Horror do not in fact stop). “Come with me Prince with a Thousand Enemies, you’ll have to get comfy in my room. At least three of your cats would murder you on sight if I took you back to yours.”

 

-

 

Back in your own quarters, you try a multitude of things to make Killer more comfortable, but so far nothing has worked. You make a cute little nest for him on the ground, but he leaves it to hide under your bed instead as soon as you put him down. You bring him some rabbit-appropriate snacks (the internet tells you rabbits should have more dark leafy greens and hay to eat and almost no fruit) but he turns his nose up to them and glares murderously at you. You try to soothe him with words and pats (ok maybe this one was more for you, but he really is quite adorable, and his fur is so soft, you just want to snuggle him), but he just thumps his foot at you and tries to bite and scratch if you get too close.

 

Well, at least his personality is still intact.

 

“Killer I’m just trying to help. I know you’re not too happy about what happened, but you can’t stay under my bed forever,” you consider not adding your next statement, you know it’s not going to help, but you just can hold it in… “You’ll become a dust bunny if you stay under there too long.”

 

You bite your lip to stop yourself from laughing and Killer thumps his foot with a tiny angry rabbit grunt from under your bed.

 

“Fine, stay under there then, I’m going to read while you sulk,” you say in defeat, creaking your bed unnecessarily as you hop (lol) on and pick up the book you're currently working on.

 

You read in silence for several minutes, letting yourself get absorbed in the story when you finally hear some movement from under your bed. The light scrabble of nails, then in another moment, the thump of a small body jumping onto the chest at the end of your bed.

 

You peek over the top of your book to see the black and white bunny that is Killer sitting undecidedly at the end of your bed. Still avoiding eye contact with you of course. You go back to your reading and let Killer make up his own mind.

 

It doesn’t take him long though, and soon you feel your mattress shift slightly as he hops closer, then settles down pressed against your hip, head laid on his front paws, and eyes still looking miserable. Poor guy is really having a hard time of it.

 

You haltingly drop your hand to lightly stroke over his ears, watching for his reaction around the edge of your book but you quickly snatch your hand back when he grunts angrily, and curls more in on himself. He wants contact and comfort but he is still clearly very angry about his current state. You decide to go back to your book, but leave your hand down where he can reach it if he wants your touch after all.

 

You get a few more pages into your book when you feel Killer shift against you, and inch up. His whiskers tickle your hand first, followed soon after by his velvety soft nose, then his entire head as he nudges into your hand and curls up closer to your side under your touch. 

 

You smile softly but don’t look down at him, afraid you’ll set off his self-consciousness again if you do. But you do move your fingers slightly to let them sink into his fur, and stroke him softly with comforting intent. He finally relaxes into your touch, and lets you continue to pet him soothingly.

 

You both remain like this for another twenty minutes or so, and as you get into your story you stop petting him without realizing it. You do notice however when Killer lets out a cute little bunny huff, and jumps up onto your stomach, then pulls himself onto your chest, and stares at you from under the edge of your book.

 

Starved for attention, but too proud to nudge against your hand again to beg for more touches, even when he’s a rabbit he’s so cat-like. It’s too damn cute, you can’t help yourself. You set aside your book, and lean forward to plant a kiss on his nose.

 

There is a sudden loud POP, a cloud of smoke, and a lot more weight being pressed down on you. When you open your eyes Killer is no longer a rabbit laying on your chest, but a skeleton again.

 

“oh thank fuck!”

 

His voice is strained but satisfied, and he drops his face into your chest in relief.

 

You are a little too distracted to think about where his face is though because while Killer thinks he’s changed back to normal, you notice that there are still some…leftovers.

 

“Uh, Killer,” your own voice is strained in your attempt to keep yourself from laughing, “you still have a little…”

 

You are unable to break it to him in words. So enchanted by what you’re seeing you can’t stop yourself. You reach out with both hands, and gently rub the two long, fuzzy rabbit ears still sprouting from the top of his skull.

 

His ears twitch under your fingers, and his whole body tenses as he feels the contact. For once in his life, it appears Killer is left speechless. You, however, are enraptured and decide to press your luck by stroking along the entire length of the long, adorable ears (with the fur of course).

 

It’s then you notice a movement out of the corner of your eye, and see that Killer has another feature leftover from his rabbit form. A cute, fluffy tail wagging in quick little twitches poking out of his shorts. 

 

“Oh my stars! The tail too!”

 

“no! that’s enough!” Killer pulls back from you in mortification, a dark blush of magic under the smudges of black on his cheeks before you could touch his tail too.

 

“Oh please Killer! Please let me see it! It’s so cute!”

 

“no, i will stab you!”

 

“No you won't you lovable dumbass! Come on,” you call his bluff easily and pull him back to you with a hand on his cheek, black tears smearing under your fingers as you plant a sweet kiss on his forehead that makes him melt into you. “Look, I know this whole thing is ruining your tough murder-monster aesthetic, but I need you to know that I will love you no matter what shape you’re in.”

 

He twitches under your hold a little at your declaration but melts back into your shoulder finally, his usual inner struggle over his emotional constipation coming and going. You feel his arms snake around you and he finally settles in.

 

“i still look stupid no matter what you think,” he grumbles into your neck.

 

“Well the ears and tail won't last forever. Probably not long at all judging by how quickly you changed back,” you reassure him. “In the meantime, what’s the harm in enjoying them hmm?”

 

He sighs and you watch the long ears flick back and forth of their own accord.

 

“fine! you can touch the ears, but not the tail! that is, not unless i get to touch yours…” he nips your neck playfully, and you’re just glad to see him coming back to his usual self, so you don’t bap him for his remark like you normally would.

 

Instead, you delightfully latch both hands back onto the soft fuzzy ears and hum happily into the top of Killer’s skull as you pull on them gently. You definitely notice that his tail begins to wag more when you touch his ears. The sight of the happily twitching appendage makes you grin stupidly.

 

“i know you're staring at it, stop it!” he admonishes you with a squeeze of his arms (hardly a deterrent in your opinion). “you’re enjoying this way too much.”

 

“I can’t help it. I love bunnies, and I love you, and I love your cute little bunny tail!”

 

Your words make him twitch again, and this time he pulls back, pushing you down against the bed with a playfully predatory grin. “how about you shut up and i show you something that rabbits are really good at hm?”

 

Oh, he’s definitely back to his usual self now…

Chapter 3: Humans Don't Have Heats

Notes:

Mutt's got a sharp nose, much to your dismay.

Some tags for this chapter in specific: waking up to cuddling, mutt sniffing you lewdly, mutt licking you, suggestive talking but no actual smut happens (oops), reader has a menstrual cycle but gender is not specified.

You awake to the sound of snuffling close to your ear, and the tickling of air blowing across your neck. You feel very warm and bundled up, much more tucked in than you would normally be while you sleep. As consciousness returns to you, and hazy dreams you already can’t remember dissolve into reality, you realize it’s because you are not alone in your bed.

“you’re going inta heat darlin’, i can smell it,”

The words are growled into the crook of your neck in a low rumble, and in your groggy state of wakefulness, you have a hard time parsing what emotion you should be feeling. Certainly, the low register and vibration of the rumble through your body from the speaker’s chest pressed snug against your back brings up some feelings you won’t be addressing just yet. But mostly it’s just confusion at who you’ve quickly come to realize is Mutt squeezed into your small bed.

“What the hell are you talking about Rus?” you ask as you struggle to sit up and check the time. Unfortunately, he’s not just lying behind you in the close quarters but is fully wrapped around you, long legs and arms pinning you under your blankets. You barely manage to wiggle one arm out of your soft, warm prison in order to grab your phone and see it’s four-fifteen-in-the-fucking-morning! You don’t even have to be up for work yet in almost another two hours. 

“I dunno what the fuck you’re on right now, but go away I still have more time to sleep,” you croak as you turn to lie face-down on your pillow in preparation to savor every last minute of blessed unconsciousness you can.

“m’ not on anything, you smell good,” he says, not in fact getting off of you but rolling with you as you turned so that he is now practically pinning you to your mattress. “you’re going inta heat and i’m here to offer a little help.”

“Humans don’t go into heat dumbass, now go away, or at least get off,” you grumble.

“oh gettin’ off’s not the least i can do sugar.” he practically purrs into your ear, and you feel him lick a stripe up the portion of your neck that he can still reach from your new position.

Your eyes finally snap open at the warm wet sensation, and you try to jostle him off of you in your indignation. Sadly what should be an easy task considering he’s all bone just ends up with you even more tangled up in your bedding, and with Rus still perched halfway over you. He has one leg hooked over your hips, an arm holding you close, and his face is pressed right into the side of your neck, sending shivers down your spine in a not-altogether unpleasant way.

“Look, you’re confused ok?” you huff after giving up the fight, “Humans do not have heat cycles. And the only help I need is at least a little more sleep before the day of hell I know I have waiting for me at work today.”

“sorry darlin’ but this nose never lies,” he argues, nuzzling his nasal bone into your neck just behind your ear.

“You don’t even have a nose you walnut!” you say as you try (and fail) to beat him back with your elbow.

“‘nuff of a nose to smell you advertisin’ a good time from all the way on the other side of the house,” he chuckles, the deep rumble of his voice starting to wake you up in more ways than one. Unfortunately, as it turns out Mutt isn’t just bragging about his sharp sense of smell, because this fact does not go unnoticed. “and to smell you gettin’ wet.”

He punctuates the lewd comment with a light thrust of his pelvis into your bum, and despite your thick cocoon of blankets and sheets, you feel a distinct bulge press into you from behind. Your face lights up with a hot blush and all at once, you are very awake. You wiggle further into your blankets in a weak attempt to hide your red face.

But that doesn’t mean you aren’t still going to argue your point.

“Humans ovulate and have menstrual cycles, but we do not go into h-” you trail off mid-sentence as a sudden realization hits you, that being what time of the month it is. “Oh,” is all you can manage after your epiphany.

The lanky idiot currently trying to extricate you from your hiding place chuckles knowingly, “just like i said,” he succeeds in digging you out of your comfy tomb, and nips you softly on the chin to mark his affirmation, “goin’ inta heat.”

Chapter 4: Error's Doll

Notes:

Error wants to give you a reward, that really turns out to be more of a reward for him, but who's counting?
Reader's gender and parts are left undescribed in this one.

Happy belated birthday Error!

You’ve been such a good little doll. His sweet little plaything. He feels you deserve a little reward, even if he doesn’t know if he’s up for touching of any kind right now. He thinks there’s still a way he could make sure you feel good though, and that he gets a fun show to boot…

You are a little confused when he offers, maybe unable to imagine how him controlling you with his strings could be a fun time for you. You clearly don’t have as much of a creative mind as he does. That’s ok, he’d teach you. Though he’s not a patient man, and you haven’t made up your mind yet.

“g0ing-g once…”

You shoot him a dry look. It’s cute how sassy you are, but he always wins in the end.

“go-ing t-tw1ce…”

Your narrowed eyes widen a fraction, and you chew your bottom lip. Easy.

“...”

“Ok!” you interrupt him before he can rescind the offer, just as he expected, and his heterochromic eyelights spark in terrible glee.

In a flash he’s summoned your soul from your body and holds it suspended, wrapped in blue strands. He is quick to assert his control, making you kneel before him, thighs slightly spread, chin up and back, baring the lovely curve of your neck to him. You swallow reflexively, a freedom he is allowing you, along with your voice (so long as you only use it to sing prettily for him he thinks) and his gaze watches the bobbing motion closely.

He loves your neck. It’s not his favorite asset of yours, of course, but it’s definitely high on his list. So soft and smooth and markable.

With a twitch of his fingers, you move on his command and he feels his grin crawl up his face at the complete control he holds over you like this. Your hands run over yourself as if they were his own. His eyelights follow their journey as they grope and squeeze and enjoy every soft curve and narrow plane of your body. He commands them to move lower, to unfasten your pants.

Your face lights up in a hot blush as your fingers dip just inside the waist of your bottoms teasingly.

“just r-rem3mber little t0y, every-y touch 1s from m3,” he intones darkly.

You gasp as he sends one hand down your pants to lightly stroke yourself, and he barely notices the tiny line of drool that leaves his mouth as his burning eyelights watch the movements of your hand with unbroken intensity.

He directs you to go deeper, to stroke harder. To press against all the spots he knows drives you wild. His vision glitches a little as he remembers what it’s like to be inside you, and inwardly he wrestles with his own stupid hangup. He just wants to do what he does best after all: destroy you.

Unable to do what he wants to do so badly, instead he settles for palming himself through his pants. His double erection formed the moment he’d taken control of your body, and it strains demandingly for attention.

Maybe, he thinks as he watches your eyes glaze over in pleasure and listens to the little mewls you make, maybe he would be ok if you touched him while he directed you? But that wasn’t part of what he’d offered before, and his pride won't let him ask for permission while he’s feeling so needy…

You bite your lip and he directs your hand to press harder, his own hand squeezing his ecto through his pants. He makes a static-y huffing sound and your eyes snap open, flicking down to watch him with a wide, hungry gaze that makes both of his dicks twitch.

“Why… don’t- hhh, you make me touch you?” you ask him so sweetly, so innocently. Like you’d just read his mind and voiced exactly what he was fantasizing about. Even he can see the glow of his blush.

“m-maybe i will,” he responds like it’s a threat. Like it’s not exactly what you both wanted right then.

He makes a fist with his hand and the strings constrict around the beautifully glowing soul under his command. With a beckoning motion from one of his phalanges, your knees slide across the nothing that is the “floor” of the anti-void to bring you face-to-crotch with him.

His smile is twisted and his eyesockets are amused half circles. The mismatched lights of his eyes looking down at you with glee. “go o-0n little doll, take th3m out and-and have some fun.”

Like you had any free will in the matter your free hand reaches up to his waist and pulls down the material. His two, large erections greet you with a twitch, pre-cum dripping down the double shafts. One right above the other, and glowing bright enough to light up your face.

Your movements are not your own, but the gleam of excitement in your eyes is as you reach out a hand and stroke down the shaft of his top dick. His sight fills with a sudden cloud of ERROR messages and his hips jerk up to meet your touch. 

I’m in control, I’m the one doing this, me! He repeats the mantra in his mind until the attack calms down. Vision still somewhat dark around the edges he focuses down on your form and wordlessly commands you to touch him again.

Your hand brushes down his bottom length, and your thumb presses against the head. He grunts but manages to keep himself together this time, and before long your directed movements grow more vigorous. You begin to pant, the hand still down your pants furiously rubbing against yourself, motions commanded by the skeleton whose excitement has started to mount from the feeling of your touch.

“Please, Error…” you whine and gasp as the sound of your pleading sends a bolt of desire through him that cascades into both a rough grind into yourself and a squeeze of his cock. “I want to taste you.”

Another cloud of glitching text obscures his vision, but he ignores it in favor of yanking your face forward with his hold on your soul. He thinks he needs your mouth on him as much as you do perhaps.

He can barely see you through the glitches but can make out your shape and feel your face press into his double shafts. His pelvis rocks forward to meet you, but your mouth misses the target entirely due to his inability to see where to direct you. 

In frustration, he drops his thrall over you and you slump forward further into his crotch at the sudden release, your breath huffing over the base of his cocks and into the cradle of his pelvis tantalizingly. Your hand leaves your pants and steadies yourself on his thigh to wobblingly push yourself off him, and as his vision clears again he can see the glisten of your juices on your fingers. Evidence of the pleasure he gave you.

“y-you want a t-ttaste doll? H3lp y0urself-f,” he glitches a little harder than before through his speech, but this time, when you move on your own cognizance to slowly, and sweetly lap over the head of his bottom cock, he doesn’t freeze up again.

Your eyes watch his face as your tongue moves over his tip, licking off the drips of precum, and when he doesn’t interrupt you, you proceed to take him into your mouth.

This time he freezes up, but in a different way. Instead of the painful barrage of glitches and error messages, his bones lock into place with a grunt, and a sweeping jolt of stimulation rushes through his body. It feels so good being with you! And yet it’s like he forgets this fact each time, and goes through the same cycle of unease until he falls into this soft, lovely sea of bliss you can make him feel.

You get to work quickly, and he lets you. The warm, wet feeling of your mouth washing away his anxieties of being touched. He rocks his hips to meet your mouth as you work it down his length, his upper cock rubbing against your face as you bob your head on him. He’s already past the point of caring that your hands are braced against his thighs, and now he needs more stimulation.

He takes his neglected erection in one hand and works it in time with the rise and fall of your mouth on his second dick, pressing it down so the tip will rub against your face on every inward bob. A line of glowing magic smears across your cheek, and his excitement mounts at the thought of seeing your face painted in his cum.

Your eyes snap back up to look at him from your work, bright, and feisty, and he can see the edge of your smile around his cock as you suddenly slurp him down as far into your mouth as you can, and suck him hard.

The sudden wash of sensation makes him squeeze his other length in surprise, and with a shout, he comes. His phalanges thread through your hair and he holds you down on him as his magic pours down your throat, and across your face. He can feel you humming on his cock, the vibration of it prolonging his climax and making his bones rattle.

Finally, when he finishes he lets you go, and you pull off his lower erection with a pop of lost suction, and a sassy lick of your lips. Your hair is tousled from his fingers, and your cheeks burn with a dark blush under the splashes of his glowing magic. You look like a mess. His mess. And he loves it.

Maybe he needs to give you another reward, he thinks with a dark smile and a promising crook of his fingers to beckon you closer.

Chapter 5: Edging 2: Double-Edged

Notes:

A sequel to the Edged chapter, this time starring the main man himself.

It is a lazy, rainy day. Perfect for staying inside, cuddled up under a warm blanket with a hot beverage and a good book. You thought you were home alone, but a long-fingered skeletal hand wrapping slowly over your shoulder dis-abuses you of your assumption. 

You look up from your book to see Papyrus above you, expression blank but focused on you. You could have sworn he was out running errands today. You stretch sleepily and plant a tiny kiss on the phalange closest to your face on your shoulder. 

“Afternoon Tiger, what have you been up to?”

He smirks ever so slightly at his favorite pet name, you know he can never resist preening whenever you use it, but otherwise kept his poker face up.

“I’VE BEEN MAKING PREPARATIONS, NOW COME WITH ME.”

His hand relinquishes your shoulder, distals dragging lightly across the back of your neck as he goes. What could be interpreted as either a promise or a threat left hanging in the air as he heads up the stairs towards his room.

You remain rooted where you are sat for a few moments in mild confusion. You have the feeling he is after something very specific since he is headed to his bedroom, and you are very on board. But part of you wants to flex your inner brat and not follow his command. Make him march back down the stairs and throw you over his shoulder...

You are startled out of your inaction however when you hear him bark your full name from his doorway. He only ever uses your full name when he is serious.

“TO! ME! NOW!”

You jump up without another moment’s hesitation. Playing difficult is fun and all, but sometimes you just can’t resist him when he gets that wonderfully commanding, no-nonsense tone in his gravelly voice. You pad lightly up the stairs filled with excited anticipation. What does he have planned?

You make it to where he stands in front of his room in short order and are ushered in before him. You enter to find the lights out, it’s almost pitch black. You would be worried about tripping or stubbing your toe on something if this was Sans’s room. Thankfully Papyrus keeps his abode much neater, and you know the layout pretty well. When he shuts the door you are left completely without sight.

“Uhm Edge, can you turn on a light or something?” you ask apprehensively.

“NO.” the word is bitten out without room for argument and from somewhere off to your left.

“Ok, how about telling me what’s going on then hot-shot?” your words are a little more crisp than usual as annoyance tints your tone. If he is going to leave you in the dark (literally) then you are gonna be a brat after all.

Your bravado leaves you quickly at the feeling of his rough phalanges on your face as he grabs you gently by the jaw, and a small amount of light finally fills your vision when his glowing red eyes swim around to face you in the dark. The grip is not threatening, or even uncomfortable, just a warning you know well. Edge likes it when you are difficult, but he is sure to let you know when it wasn’t the time. The man is nettled about something today that’s for sure. Either way, you are in for a good time.

“WHAT’S GOING ON IS THAT YOU HAVE BEEN A TERRIBLE, INCORRIGIBLE TEASE LATELY, AND IT’S TIME YOU ARE PUT IN YOUR PLACE, MY DEAR.”

Oh shit, you are definitely in for a good time.

You have no idea what you could have been doing to tease Papyrus lately, but you let him lead you across the dark room to where you know his bed is, and push you down firmly onto it. You even stay where he put you. As a treat.

You hear the clinking of metal in the dark and know right away where this is heading. It’s not the first time you’d been chained to Edge’s bed after all. Sure enough, your hands are taken and brought up to be locked in place at his headboard.

After ensuring you are comfortable and secure you feel his phalanges smooth down your wrists, following your arm down to your chest. He brushes past the side of one breast tantalizingly but doesn’t tarry there, moving on and caressing across your belly, finally landing at the waist of your pants.

The room is completely silent, but you can at least see where he is looking with the dim embers of his eyelights hovering in the dark. Only the barest part of his face is illuminated in the red light, and he is looking at you intently as he slips his fingers under the elastic of your comfy house pants. Another anticipatory tremble shivers through you, one you know he feels this time when you hear his answering raspy rumble. The smooth, knobby feeling of his phalanges creeps slowly down, down. Almost to where you desperately want him. 

You are holding your breath and don’t even realize it until you let it out in a huff of disappointment when Papyrus pulls back and instead removes your pants in one swift motion. The exhale is followed by a sharp inhale at the cold feeling on your now bared bottom half. You wait expectantly for him to return to touching you, but he merely stands over you watching for several seconds. You can’t quite tell because the glow of his eyes only illuminates so much of his expression, but you think he might be smiling wolfishly down at you while you squirm right now.

Just as you are about to open your mouth and ask him what he is doing you finally feel the press of his hard, warm bones against your center. You hiss with the intensity of the sensation, your hips bucking up to meet his touch automatically. He growls and uses his other hand to press down on your lower belly firmly, but not uncomfortably. The message is clear, you are to remain still.

Having reined in your needy impulses you breathe shallowly in the dark and Papyrus finally begins to move his phalanges against you once he’s sure you will not move again. With slow, deliberate motions he slides his fingers up and down your slit, spreading the dampness that has already begun to gather there. He spends some time just stroking you like this. To the point that you begin to grow almost frustrated with your need for him to plunge deeper.

Finally, though he does. The knuckles of his phalanges press in, spreading your labia and delving in to brush against your clit ever so lightly. You hum in delight while successfully keeping your hips from jolting against him to chase that friction as you would desperately like to. Edge approves of either your vocalization, your compliance, or both as he chuckles in deep satisfaction from above you.

He rewards you for your control by plunging two fingers into you to the knuckle, pressing them against your walls in just the right spot, and caressing your nub in firm circles with his thumb. Your moan is immediate and loud in your ears. The sudden stimulation after so much teasing washes over you like a wave, and with a few steady pumps of his fingers, you already feel your climax cresting.

However, to your immense frustration, Papyrus removes his phalanges, dragging them wetly across your inner thigh, leaving your center unsatisfyingly empty. You feel the disappointment of your orgasm abating, and he goes back to stroking your drenched folds gently. Just enough sensation and pressure to keep you aroused.

“Why?” your question sounds breathy and needy even to your own ears, but his steady motions are unmoved by your naked want.

“OH, BUT I THOUGHT YOU ENJOYED EDGING SO MUCH DEAR HUMAN?” his voice is saccharine, dripping with thinly veiled irony and immense enjoyment of his position over you. “BUT I BELIEVE WE CAN PERFECT THE ACT, WHAT DO YOU THINK?”

You think you might know exactly what Edge was talking about earlier when he accused you of being a tease. His fingers have begun to delve back into your slick folds, skillful movements playing you like a cello to work your arousal back into that sweet climax you want so badly to chase down.

“Heh, uh, w-would it help if I said h-HI Edge?” your voice hitches as he works the ridges of his knuckles against your walls at an increased speed, leading you to an end you know you won't see any time soon.

“NOT GOOD ENOUGH MY DEAR. BUT DON’T FRET, WE HAVE ALL NIGHT FOR YOU TO LEARN WHAT IT IS TO BE PROPERLY ‘EDGED’.” 

He has already begun to slow his pace, and that sweet tension he’d built in such a short time is beginning to unwind. You are in for a very long night it seems.