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[velvetsqwyrme]

I saw ur tags and ran over here. What are ur favorite spicy UF! Papyrus fics?

HELLOOO LMAO you were so quick... sorry this took me a while to get together, but I hope you enjoy ( ù ᵕ ú )

Fair warning that some of these picks will include dub/noncon (and potentially other dubious content? I don't know what I'm going to add yet HAHA) so as always make sure to heed the warnings and read the tags before reading!! I've done my best to label them accordingly though :]

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READER INSERTS

Edge Discovers the Wonderful World of Subbing

You can tell exactly what this list is going to be like just from the title of this first fic... (title is explanatory, gotta love it!!)

Good EdgeLord

More sub Edge!! 💥💥

Caught in the Act

HELLO?? HELLO. Voyeurism? Low stakes semi-public sex? Double penetration ?? Sign me UP.

Pumped (Kinktober Collection)

Usually I refrain from including individual Kinktober chapters from rec lists BUT I really like this one ( '^' )!! It isn't even that explicit, but it's stuck in my brain because I GASPED when I read it for the first time.

Pyr's Favourite Keeper [DUBCON -> CON]

Love me a snakey boy!!!!!! There's also oviposition 👀!!

Wake

Sleepy sex <3! The bit with the SNAP part killed me and it's also such a fun detail!

Prime Time to Run

Mafiafell... he straight up murders someone in front of you and you fuck about it.

Bound Edge

Sub Edge again!! The reader has a dick in this- a rare but delicious treat !

Fall Out Bones [NON/DUBCON...????]

Technically this is linked to a series featuring both UF!bros, because I think that both are reslly good partially also because I think they're intensely hilarious at times. The titles are also great.

Boned [NONCON]

CLASSIC 2016 PREMISE. Reader is trapped in the fucking shed. (Fucking used as both profanity as well as a descriptive action)

Housekeeping [NONCON]

Weird location (sink)! But it works really well for the fic!!! Violenctce.

To Prove A Point ||| The Origins Of The Pap-wich - (Swap!Pap/Reader/UF!Pap)

Ahhh the good ol threesome ! The reader gets sandwiched between two very sexy skeletons~ !! I'm also a big Swap!Pap fan so this is just. *Mwah* so good!!!!! Double penetration again ~ also one of the few fics with squirting 🙏✨

All Dicks, No skeletons [DUB/NONCON DUE TO DETACHABLE ECTODICK SITUATION]

I cannot put into words how much I love this. It's got detachable ectobits... inconvenience due to detachable ectobits!! In this, Edge has a barbed dick and claws up a tree. It's crack but it's so so good!!!!!! I'm patiently waiting for updates and will ravenously consume the fic for lime the fiftieth time when it does.

OTHER SHIPS

Also! Here are a few fics with UF!Pap in other ships (namely various Papcest configs) because you didn't specify it had to be reader inserts lol

Little Wet Bones (Papcest: Farm/Underfell)

Bitty!Edge is soooo cute... and horny!! He's so self assured I love it.

Pepper Heat (Papcest: Edgepuff)

Heat fic! Heat fic!! Chili peppers is one hell of a heat scent... the only person who can handle a Papyrus is another Papyrus ;] The naming scheme here is also very funny when you realise what went on.

A Fallen Knight and his King (Papcest: Edgepuff)

MORE SUB EDGE ! This one delves more into the his exploration of dom/sub dynamics and it's so so good!!!!

Three Chance Meetings (Papcest: Spicyhoney)

Swap!Pap is (secretly) a prostitute and Fell!Pap finds out and shills out the money to spend a night with him. I looooove the character dynamics in this one too.

Taste of Blood and Honey (Papcest: Spicyhoney)

I forgot about this and was delighted to discover it again because ohhhhhh my god the premise is so good... also there's mirror sex and first times and those are always fun :3c

Mutt Lost a Bet (Papcest: SpicyBBQ)

Mafia AU setting where SF!Pap and UF!Pap make and lose bets resulting in sexual escapades. The second chapter is my favourite because it involves gloryholes and aphrodisiacs <33

Bro's Replacement (Papcest + Sanscest : Spicyhoney + Cherryberry)

LAMIAS AGAIN 💖 Honestly the setup is what gets me... but the smut is delicious so I'm adding it here :3c

Heat (Papcest - Spicyhoney) [HEAT INDUCED MUTUAL NON/DUBCON]

Why are there so many lamia fics in this list, I do not know, but heeeeeeey enjoy the snakeys! In this one the non/dubcon is due to UF!Pap being in heat, and both of them regret it after. Things get better though!!

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Anyway, that's all for now! Hope you enjoy some ^^!!!

[velvetsqwyrme]

HEY. question for next month:

(Secret third answer is BOTH but I’m making you choose one)

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[velvetsqwyrme]

some people think that e-rated fanfiction is written with the author in a constant state of arousal, but those people are vastly overestimating the erotic appeal of consulting a thesaurus every few sentences to find another synonym for "thrust"

[velvetsqwyrme]

Game On

Summary: Stretch has something new he wants to try. You’re game, in more ways than one.

Notes: For @velvetsqwyrme, who has been so incredibly kind to me and also introduced me to the filth this fandom has to offer. I hope you enjoy <3

Tags: NSFW!!!! Underswap!Papyrus x reader, smut, established relationship, ecto-vagina, detachable ecto, sex games, cunnilingus, mutual masturbation (?). Reader's gender and genitals are not specified.

Read it on AO3 or read it below the cut!

“I thought there’d be a bit of… I don’t know, preamble? A user guide? I didn’t think you’d just magic your pussy into my hands!” you say.

“c’mon, you’ve spent a lotta time with my junk. i don’t think you need an instruction manual,” Stretch replies.

He’s reclining against the armrest of the couch, arms folded behind his skull. His long legs are outstretched, one wedged between your back and the couch and the other thrown over your lap so you’re caged between them. In the background, the music of his videogame drones on, a looping, cheery tune, the game itself paused on the menu screen. The associated controller sits on a nearby pillow.

You jostle his thigh by moving your own. “Yeah, when it’s attached to your pelvis. This is a whole other rodeo.”

You look away from your skeletal boyfriend and down at your hands, where his gently glowing ecto is cradled between them. It’s like the world’s most realistic fleshlight, vividly orange, warm to the touch. Very pretty. It’s heavier than you thought a construct made purely from magic would be. A faint sheen of arousal glistens over it, belying Stretch’s unaffected body language.

Magic. Even now, it still surprises you. There’s an inherent oddness to this that probably should give you pause but instead you find that it just adds to the arousal that’s slowly building in your stomach. You feel giddy, almost, filled with a heart-pounding combination of heat and sheer curiosity.

You look back up in time to see hesitation flicker across his skull. “it’s okay if you’re not feelin’ it. it was just an idea.”

“No. No, I’m into it. I’m very into it.” And you are. There aren’t many sexual landscapes left to be conquered by you, so this is exciting purely by dint of it being something novel.

Beyond that, though, there’s something undeniably appealing about having the source of your partner’s pleasure literally in your hands. Yours to touch however you like. Yours to bestow pleasure upon, yours to deny. You have control here.

The disparity of power makes you shiver.

You’d been all for it when he floated the idea by you. You’ve done the whole remote control vibrator thing before and this is just a step beyond that, really – maybe not even a full step forward, more like a sideways shuffle, considering that his isolated ecto is, in practice, basically just a magical sex toy.

One plugged directly into his system, completely at your mercy. Sign you up!

The other component, the bit you suggested, makes it even better; you’ve always been competitive and making this a game causes some primal drive in you to sing with ruthlessness. It’s pretty simple; to win, you need to pull him away from his videogame, distracting him effectively enough to make him lose three times.

Of course, he wins either way, so it’s not much of a contest.

Regardless. You have every intention of emerging victorious.

No wonder he’s into it too; he just gets to sit there, play his game while you touch him, and do his best to not get distracted. Perfect for your lazybones.

At your enthusiasm, his discomfort falls away in a visible rush. A slow, relaxed pleasure takes its place, the ease softening the slight furrow to his browbone. His eyelights go a little fuzzy at the edges and hunger twists in your belly at the sight.

“very into it, huh?”

“Very,” you confirm. “Very very, even.”

“hah, that much? gotta believe you then, sounds like it’s the veritable truth.”

The hunger intensifies. Time to occupy that smart mouth with something else.

“Whatever floats your boat, babe,” you say nonchalantly. At the end of your sentence, you run a finger down the centre of his slit, your touch feather-light. You keep your eyes on his face as you do – he’s right that you’re very familiar with his junk, so you know your way around by touch alone – and you get the wonderful privilege of watching an orange flush darken his zygomatic arches, stretching to his nasal aperture. He sucks in a breath and though he keeps his hands behind his head, his shoulders stiffen. His pelvis jerks upwards, a tiny, almost imperceptible motion.

You slowly slide your fingertip back up, dragging through his wetness. You use the glide to trace a gentle circle around his clit. His hips, clad in his favourite plaid pyjama pants, cant upwards again, which has no effect on the ecto in your hands. Your brain short-circuits a little each time you think about the logistics of it too hard – magic, especially when said with accompanying jazz hands, is a really frustrating not-explanation.

“Just as long as you know that I love you very much and that I plan on fucking wrecking you,” you continue. After a few more passes of your finger, you draw your hand away from his glistening pussy. You shift around, twisting to the side and pulling your legs up. Stretch makes room for you so you’re kneeling between his femurs, closer to his knees than his pelvis. One of his legs is errantly slung over the top of the back of the couch and the other trails on the floor.

You lean forward, enjoying the way his eyelights are trained on your face. You run your hand up his clothed sternum and then press your fingers to his mouth. “Get them wet for me, please.”

His blush deepens. Warm satisfaction coils in you as he opens his mouth and winds his tongue around your offered fingers, coating them in slick heat.

Once you feel that he’s done a good enough job, you withdraw your fingers, smearing some saliva over his chin as you do. “Good,” you say, bringing your fingers back down to the pussy in your hands. His gaze stays on your face, mouth still a little ajar. You can see the orange glow of his tongue between his parted teeth.

You don’t bother trying to hide the smirk that spreads across your lips. Leaning back, you thrust your chin towards the T.V. “You’ve got something you’re meant to be doing. Not distracted already, are you? We haven’t even gotten started.”

His eyelights take a second to leave your face and then jerkily follow the line of your chin. It takes him a second – fuck, you love it when you can throw a wrench in the cogs of that well-oiled mind – but then his hands move from behind his head and flutter towards the pillow, phalanges curling around the plastic game controller.

“’course not,” he says, holding it aloft. In your peripheral you see the game cut away from the menu screen and the background music changes abruptly. Pointedly, his head turns away from you, eyelights landing on the screen.

Game on.

Now that you’re not holding eye contact with Stretch, you let yourself regard his ecto a little more closely. It really is identical to the one you’re used to – obviously, it’s the exact same one, but your brain is still having a little trouble reconciling with that.

Hey, they say that seeing is believing. Since that’s not doing the trick, the next logical step is to touch.

You start stroking him more boldly; no more light, teasing brushes. You mean business. You focus most of your attention to his clit, rubbing small, concentrated circles with your thumb. Your other fingers splay downwards, teasing at his entrance. The slick of his saliva is soon lost to the wetness that leaks from his cunt.

The analytical part of your brain is fascinated by the way his pelvis moves in time with your touch, how he’s responding to something completely separate from his body. You kinda wish you’d gotten each other naked before starting; you want to see his bare pelvis, ectoflesh absent, see the evidence of the power you’re holding in your hands. The power he’s taken from himself and given to you.

When he’s aroused magic normally gathers and glows between his joints, washing his entire pelvis with a pretty honey flush. Is it still doing that? Or by giving you this, has he denied himself that too?

The thought makes you press your thighs together.

You ease your middle finger inside of him, the glide smooth and easy. His phalanges stutter against the buttons, followed shortly by the sound of the videogame’s game over animation.

You laugh, your fingers pausing. “That’s one.”

“fuck,” he hisses. His gaze stays resolutely away from you, head and upper body tilted to the side to avoid your eyes, but even in profile you can see how flustered he is.

“Harder than you thought?”

““pffftt… nah, i’m cool. fingers just slipped.”

You crook your own finger inside of him, enjoying the way he tenses in response, sucking in a sharp breath. “Uh-huh, sure.”

The game resumes and with it the tap of his fingers flying across the controller. Your eyes trace the line of his jaw, the dear face that is so determinedly tipped away from you. You want to press your lips to it, drag your tongue across his mouth.

Your head is hot and fuzzy, your thoughts coming through molasses. You feel good like this, your shoulders back, your motions steady and confident. It really does add a whole other element, you muse, doing it this way. There’s something about the detachment of it that’s really getting to you. You’ve done something similar before, handjobs and oral to distract someone doing a mundane task, but as unobtrusive as that pretends to be, you’re still very much in the other person’s space as you’re doing it. When you’re between someone’s legs, your head in their lap, it’s almost impossible to feel completely aloof.

This way, though? Yeah, this works. He’s a literal toy in your hands, helpless to the sensations you’re giving him. Your monkey brain is still insistent on processing his cunt as an object, a living, responsive sex toy, one that you can use to drive him to distraction, but you’ve given up on fighting it.

You like the thought, even. The idea that he’s just a thing for you to ruin.

You slip another finger inside him. Your hand is soaked, orange-tinted slick running down your fingers. Stretch’s breath starts to come quickly, jolting inhales paired with ragged exhales. You quicken your fingers in time with his breathing. Your own arousal burns low in your core, a hot, insatiable need.

Delayed gratification may have its charms, but you’ve never been one for denying yourself. It takes a bit of an adjustment, but after some shuffling you shove your free hand down the front of your pyjama shorts. Your own flesh responds eagerly to your practiced touch.

Is this mutual masturbation? Maybe not, since you’re doing all the work. What other word could you use though? Your previous thought that this would be similar to remote controlled sex toy play now seems a paltry comparison.

“Do you think this counts as mutual masturbation? I can’t think of a better word for it.” Might as well get a second opinion. Humanity doesn’t quite have the vocabulary built-in to describe several monster sex-acts; maybe he has a better way to say it.

Stretch’s fingers fumble again and his curse blends in with the now familiar sound of the end game screen. You grin; what a happy accident.

“That’s two,” you say, victor’s elation mixing with low arousal in your tone. “Not doing so good, boneboy.”

It takes him a moment to respond and for the beat of time it takes, you start to worry that something might be amiss. “Is something wrong?”

He smirks at you. “i’m tryin’ to think of a better word to use, but it’s not really coming together.”

“Oh my god,” you say, seductive voice cracking into something higher pitched.  “That was awful.”

His eyelights flicker down to your crotch, where your hand hasn’t stopped moving in your shorts. “can’t’ve put you off that much.”

You shrug, shameless. “Not at all. I like you too much for that. Speaking of; unzip your hoodie. I wanna look at you.”

That knocks the self-satisfied look right off of his skull. Honey-hued perspiration glints on his face as he slides the zipper down one-handed, the other still grasping the controller.

It’s a shame that you can’t get his pants off him – that’d require a complete change in position, since you’re between his legs, and you’re not willing to break the rhythm you’re in to make it happen.

This is good anyway. His ribcage stutters beneath his open hoodie, just begging to be touched. You’re tempted to do exactly that but the whole purpose of this little game is to keep things isolated – literally – to his ecto.

He holds the controller back up and starts the level anew. Your head swims with arousal. God, you want to wreck that lazy confidence, want to reduce him to something gasping and desperate.

You continue toying with him, sacrificing your pleasure to use both hands, but he seems determined to hold on for a little longer this time. His jaw is tight, phalanges digging into the controller. A bead of sweat runs down his skull but he’s doing an admirable job of staying on task.

That’s okay; you have other tricks up your sleeve.

“God, you’re fucking dripping,” you remark, almost conversationally. The wet squelch of his pussy punctuates your words. “You must really like this, huh.”

Stretch lets out a strangled whine, skull jerking towards you. The controller slips between his phalanges, but he recovers just in time, much to your disappointment.

“You’re a mess because of me,” you continue, “a mess for me. Tell me.”

Another groan slips through clenched teeth. “i’m… i’m your mess.”

“You’re my mess,” you agree. “But fuck, look how good you take it.” You sink your fingers deep inside him and press, using your other hand to rub at his clit.

All you get for your efforts, though, is a cut-off gasp and a very deliberate twist of his head towards the screen.

Huh. You really thought that that’d do the trick.

Guess you have to up the ante. You’ve looked and touched and talked; now, it’s time to taste.

It’s a little awkward – you kinda have to twist your wrist and settle him on your palm, your fingers used to keep everything steady while your thumb sinks into his cunt. You do get to return your other hand back into your pants, though, so that’s a plus. Any discomfort is worth it for the way that his legs stiffen when you bring his pussy to your face and give his clit a slow, long lick.

This is nothing like simulating oral on a sex toy. Nothing at all. Everything feels electric, undeniably alive, in a way that silicone couldn’t hope to replicate. Stretch cries out at your touch and you feel the couch cushions shift as he twists in a way that has absolutely no effect on the pussy in your hands. There’s no way for him to press closer to the pleasure, nor escape from the distraction.

You grin against his cunt. Your own pleasure continues to grow but you put off your own need for orgasm for now, intent on winning this game. The rush you’ll get from that will be almost as good.

You lick in slow, deliberate strokes, stroking his clit before dipping down further. Regrettably, you can’t see him very well now, most of your vision eclipsed by the orange of his ecto, but the sounds he starts to make paint a very pretty picture all on their own. You can feel him, too, leg falling from the back of the couch to press against your hip, tensing against you repetitively.

Your hand is starting to ache, your wrist protesting at being held at an odd angle. Normally, this is where you’d pull the old switcheroo and give your arm a break, but there’s no way in hell that you’re going to stop touching yourself.

It’s time to end the game.

You press a kiss to his clit, slow and wet, then draw it gently into your mouth and begin to suck.

“ah fuck,” he says, hips arching uselessly towards you. His cunt throbs against your thumb. “fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck.”

The controller goes flying, rebounding off of the coffee table and hitting the floor with a plasticky thud. The sound of the game over screen follows shortly after.

And that’s three.

The walls of his cunt pulse around you in steady, rhythmic contractions. You keep sucking at his clit to draw the orgasm out – it’s much easier to stay consistent when you don’t have to move with the buck of his pelvis. There’s no escaping the pleasure for him, he’s completely at your mercy, and the heat that surges through you at that realisation makes you keep playing with him until the contractions die down and his moans turn to overstimulated whimpers.

You’re so, so tempted to keep going, but you didn’t discuss this beforehand, and your wrist really is at the end of its tether. With one final lick you withdraw, pulling your other hand from your pants as you do. The bottom half of your face soaking wet.

Stretch’s ribcage heaves beneath his unzipped hoodie. His sockets are heavy-lidded, and his breath is coming in pants, mouth slightly ajar, and fuck, he’s gorgeous. Through the haze of your smug satisfaction, warm fondness blooms. You want to press a million kisses to that lovely face.

So you do. You lean forward and nuzzle kisses to his cheeks, his jaw, his mouth. You like the way he gasps against your lips and your chest twists with it, the line between affection and arousal murky.

You jump when the ecto disappears from your hands just as suddenly as it’d appeared. Recovering quickly, you shake out the ache in your wrist. “I win.”

“yeah, you got me good. real ace in the hole,” he says, stretching languidly. His vertebrae give several eye-watering pops. “so sad to lose.”

You snort. “Yeah, yeah. I bet you’re really kicking yourself.”

You kiss him again, letting it linger for a few moments before drawing back. “I think it’s time I get my prize,” you say, running your hand down his exposed sternum.

“yeah? ‘n what’s that?”

You shuffle back and lean back against the armrest, letting your knees fall open. Your smirk lights up your whole face. “It’s my turn.”

[velvetsqwyrme]

giggle

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some old spicyhoney shitposts I drew in my phone

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👀✨!!

(18+ version + oneshot is also up on my Ao3 ;]!!)

[velvetsqwyrme]

LMAO i probably should have set that as a thing at the beginning... oh well! I'll circle back around to both eventually (maybe)

Anyway I doubt the results will change in... an hour and a half, so spicyhoney/reader it is! >:3c

i cant decide what route to take for the mafia AU thing... there are 2 options.

[velvetsqwyrme]

if you guys can get them equal at the end, i'll do both versions :3c

i cant decide what route to take for the mafia AU thing... there are 2 options.

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I FORGOT TO. MAKE ASKS AVAILABLE. FUCK

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i cant decide what route to take for the mafia AU thing... there are 2 options.

[velvetsqwyrme]

🍯 // Looks like he caught a fly after all ;]

[ Suggestive content under the cut! ]

;) Or perhaps Honey is the one that got caught...

Part 2 coming out... eventually.....

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Paciano and Abel

(Abel uses she/her pronouns pls and thank u)

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more cowboy content but sans this time

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>B) flex

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yeehaw 🐎 (wip)

:3c