#stonerbros

[tiredcringe]

proper greeting

[icantlose]

It's by complete chance that he catches the soft browns of Fox's fur within his peripheral vision, finally alerting the Star Wolf captain to his presence. With all of Wolf's senses being compromised, who knows how long he would have taken to acknowledge the vulpine?

First, he gives a grunt before moving the pipe back to his lips. Thumb on the carb, his lighter catches the dried flower inside and Wolf takes a much deeper hit from the bowl in a desperate attempt to keep himself as comfortable and mindless as possible. Lungs and throat seasoned by years of abuse; Wolf politely stifles a few small coughs, aiming away from his newly-discovered company while freely offering the bowl to Fox, uninterested in actually asking whether or not the junior McCloud even smokes weed to begin with.

"Here, Pup." His voice sounds noticeably more raw and the typical rasp is harsher than usual; he speaks with a tired cadence and words seem to leave his mouth at a much slower pace as well. "When'd ya even get here, anyways?"

And then there's this guy getting a contact high in the stool next to Wolf.

[kamari333]

Honeyketchup

Ship request for Kinktober 2023

I always heard this ship called Stonerbros XD I dont think I've written it before so let me know how i did on Day 2 in the comments XD

[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]

Sorry Essy. Maybe 💜 for Sans and Stretch? :3 *Gives you Lime Green Crocs*

And here goes UwU ❤

💜: who said “i love you” first? or, if neither has said it yet, who is more likely to say it first?

Stretch would most likely be the one to say it first, he is way more open with these kind of affections and is also like braver when it comes to it too.

Sans on the other hand is less likely to say it first, it’s a bit harder for him to be that like vulnerable romantically, like it’s easy peasy telling his bro that he loves him, but when it comes to his boyfriend it’s a bit harder.

Asks from here

[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.

[marikyubi]

I don't know which one I like the most.

~ Based on a dream I had months ago.

A Papyrus Swap steals Sans from their universes with the help of A Ink Sans (not the original) and well, there are several Sans who are submissive and those are well physically, the thing is that this Sans who is a Classic Sans was not submissive, you can see that he has bandages on his femur and the bones of the arm, because the Papyrus took away those parts so that he wouldn't escape.

~

The drawing was going to be without colors in itself, only with that of dark circles, blood and tears, but I ended up giving it color and I put the shadows of its characteristic colors. 

I hope you like it.

[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.-

[robobbin]

Sup boobin (͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) for that palette challenge, could I get some honeyketchup with Stretch in 23 and Sans in 22? or just go with one of them if it's too much for ya!

It’s never too much when it’s you ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

[mystery-fic-anon]

Day 1: sleepy sex

Who else to do for this day but Sans and Stretch?

(Sans is referred to as Comic in this one cause it's based off the wonderful and talented @dirtytoxin 's art of them)

Contains: marijuana use, frotting

Stretch was somewhere in between awake and asleep when he felt Comic shift on his lap, moving closer to him. Their shared blunt was pressed against his lips, pleasure curling down his spine as he took a long drag from it. He was feeling good, more relaxed than he'd been in a long time. He loved his brother (and Comic did too), but sometimes he just needed to take a break. He lazily wrapped his arms around Comic’s waist, accepting a few more drags before Comic finished it off. He didn't know how long they sat there, a comfortable silence filling the room more than words ever could. His hand drifted a little lower, toying with the waistband of Comic’s shorts before slipping under it. His magic had already formed, the bright blue cock twitching a little as he palmed it. “Hmm, what’re you doing there bud?” Comic muttered, tilting his head back to nip at the underside of Stretch’s jaw. “Wanna do something fun?” Stretch asked, grinning at him. While Comic didn't verbally respond, Stretch was pretty sure that leaning and shoving his tongue in his mouth was a go-ahead. He turned Comic around, a hand slipping under his sweater to grab his spine. He idly stroked it as he freed his cock, enjoying the lustful expression on Comic’s face as he watched him. Comic moved in closer, a smirk on his lips as he deliberately ground up against him. The friction of their cocks rubbing together was great, and Stretch wanted more. He quickly got Comic’s shorts out of the way, his long fingers easily curling around both of their cocks. “Aah shit man, you're good at this.” Comic moaned, grabbing a fistful of Stretch’s hoodie to help balance as he rutted against him. He knew he was drooling a little, but he didn't care. It felt good, and Stretch didn't seem to mind. They didn't really have a set rhythm, but Stretch calmly and deliberately rocked his hips up, half-stroking their cocks. Comic huffed, burying his face in Stretch’s neck. He kissed over his vertebrae, nuzzling him. Stretch murmured soft praises to him. Despite his fatigue, it didn't take long until they were both worked up. Comic came first, eyelights briefly flashing into hearts Stretch groaned, the feeling of Sans’ cum pushing him over the edge. He let out a shaky exhale, leaning in and kissing him as he caught his breath. ~~~ After some halfhearted attempts to clean up, they fell asleep on the couch, their limbs tangled together.

[carlyraejepsans]

sans and papyrus

EXACTLY. EXACTLY!!!!!

[canadian-buckbeaver]

Bucky’s FanFics

Hello everyone! Here’s an updated list and links of the fanfics that I have written. Please check them out and leave a like or kudos here or on my AO3 Account

Satan’s Granddaughter - Rated M - Completed

Ink Demon’s Game - Rated E/Non-Con - In Progress

Beaver’s Twigs - Rated E/Some Non-Con - In Progress

Fell’s Disambiguation  - Rated M - In Progress

Murder:  A Kustard Halloween Special - Rated E - Completed

Bucky’s Morning Wood  (Kinktober) - Rated E/Some Non-Con - In Progress

A Bloody Mess - Rated M - In Progress

BloodyBerry - Rated M (for now) - In Progress

Speech of the Demon - Rated M - In Progress

Edgeberry’s Second Chance - Rated E - In Progress

Fell’s Heat - Rated E/Non-Con - In Progress

The Dust Brother - Rated M - Completed

Fell’s Invasion - Rated E - In Progress

An Inky Error - Rated T - Completed

Yandering Skulls - Rated M - Completed

Yandere Pup-yrus - Rated M - Completed 

Berry Good Teacher - Rated M - Completed (?)

A Demon’s Fight - Rated M and E - In Progress

Stoner Threesome - Rated E - Completed

Firdaus - Rated E - Completed 

Fell’s Revenge - Rated E - Completed

An Adventure of the Underground - Rated T - In Progress

Un-Happy Valentine’s Day - Rated M - Completed

Foxtale - Rated E/Mentions of Rape - In Progress

Alana’s Recovery - Rated E - Completed

50 Shades of Berry - Rated E - In Progress

Have Yourself a Very Edgeberry Christmas - Rated E - Completed 

A Kedgeup Holiday Tale - Rated G - Completed 

Highway to Fell - Rated E - In Progress

[messedupessy]

Oh right lol I meant honeyketchup

haha xD would had liked if u had added the hearts from ur first ask to the new one, but oh well just more work for me I guess pft, but here goes

💙: who is more protective?

Neither of them are really all that protective, it’s not really their thing, but between the two of them it’s prolly Sans. 

Like Sans is a bit more wary with people, he might appear that he is all open and you can easily befriend him, so is he a bit more closed off like you will feel like you know him but then realize you don’t know shit about him in reality.

Stretch on the other hand is like way more open overall with things when it comes to people, and while he is really good at reading people etc overall so can he still end up getting hurt etc, which Sans ends up helping out a bit with which could be seen as protective I guess.   

💚: who tends to get sick more often? who is better at taking care of the other?

Both of them used to get sick allot when younger, but nowadays much less so, but gotta admit I am unsure actually since I like the idea of both of them getting sick more often than the other, but think I’mma go with Stretch he prolly gets sick more often in one way or the other.

And Stretch is also better at taking care of sick people overall so whenever Sans do get sick he will be doing a great job, Sans will do his best kinda when it’s reversed but he just aien’t as good, not rly bad tho just not as good pft

💘: who developed a crush on the other first?

Not sure, like it vary depending on story it’s not like I have just one story idea where these two nerds gets together, I got several of them in fact, but it’s most likely Stretch who would get a crush first.

He’s just more of a romantic kind of guy, while Sans is Sans pft!

Asks from here

[thesoulyghost]

[ollie-oxen-free]

Hey not sure if that 100 followers drabble is still open but hey sending in an ask about it never hurt no body, I hope xD so, how about Honeyketchup in number 18?

askdjfhalk IM BACK. this one is actually more drabble length then most of the things that ive done, but my fluff tends to be a) more shitpost than fluff and b) short.

also my housemate has a switch and got Breath of the Wild recently and ive become obsessed.

Puzzles were a Papyrus thing, Sans had come to discover. In all honesty, it was hilarious how both Stretch and Slim, normally so laid back, would perk up and put full effort towards a puzzle when they found it interesting. (Though nothing really came close to how funny it was the last fall when the two had insisted on going through the corn maze, only to get horribly lost for a few hours. They liked puzzles and they were stubborn, so it took a while before the two stumbled out, covered in corn husks and dirt with hollow looks on their faces.)

The puzzling applied to a lot of things, actually. Actual puzzles, of course, but math problems, recipes, scientific equations: essentially anything that could be solved was snatched up by the two before you could even blink.

Unsurprisingly, video games had fallen into that category.

Sans snickered from his place on the side of the couch as Stretch let out a panicked shout, stiffening up and smashing the attack button on his controller as the boss came at him once more. There was a thud and the sound of a curse from the floor as Stretch leaned over too far, falling and hitting the ground only to pop up just in time to see his character be brutally massacred once more. He groaned, flopping lifeless onto the floor once more.

Sans raised a brow, leaning just enough to give him a nudge with his foot. “You alright there?”

“Oh,” came the muffled voice, “I’m just fucking dandy.”

The tv was proudly displaying its game over screen with menacing red letters, the cursor hovering just over the continue button. Stretch gave a heavy sigh, still muffled by the carpet, his hand raising up with the controller as he moved his cursor down to select quit. Sans could understand how trying the same battle twenty times in a row would get tiring for anyone, especially someone without a determined soul. Yes, fighting the same boss battle over and over again would be tiring for anyone, especially for the controller fighting the boss so many times that they lost count. Right, audience?

“If it makes you feel any better,” Sans said, as the quit option was selected and the game returned to its title screen, “that whole falling off the couch thing? That was kind of hot.”

Stretch turned his head, shooting a glare over his shoulder. “What’s it like, I wonder, being such an asshole?”

Sans grinned. “Well, you deal with a lot of shit.”

A snort greeted him as Stretch stood, reaching his arms up before walking away from the sofa. Sans raised a brow. “What? Are you just giving up?”

“No. I have a plan.”

He shifted in his slouch on the sofa, sinking further into the divot between the cushions. “And your plan is?”

“Chocolate ice cream.” At Sans’ laughter, he flipped him off. “Of which I am going to eat many cartons.”

Sure enough, Stretch walked back in with a carton of ice cream tucked under his arm, plopping on the floor and immediately shoving a spoonful in his mouth. Something can be said about the stubbornness of a Papyrus though, as Stretch picked up the controller moments later, glaring at the television as is personally offended as he started the game up once more.

“I have to beat it,” he explained, a hint of desperation in his voice. Sans just nodded in return, deciding to keep his mouth shut about the opening in the attack pattern of the boss that he had noticed.

Stretch would find it eventually, and he was enjoying his lazy day with the other regardless.