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alright friendos, been in a bad place with this blog and have been leaning towards just deleting it, but i feel like i’d regret that more later on. i always struggle with my blogs and often end up deleting them, often when they get a little big or when i feel i’ve changed and don’t know what i want to do with said blog anymore lmao. we’ve all been there though, it’s okay to struggle with change, or to even be afraid, it’s only not okay to hide or run from it.
as asked before, i wasn’t sure yet what to do with the n/s/f/w things on this blog, and i wanted to leave them so i could keep the notes, but that makes me feel Wrong, because it feels cluttered and out of place, and i’d like this to be just a safe little space for anyone who may need it. so i will, maybe slowly, be moving all n/s/f/ws over onto the mendaxietysmuts blog. all of them, pinkie promise, so if you happen to have a favorite, you will be able to find it over there, just keep an eye out.
the only exception to this MIGHT be the multichapter fics i have, because i’m a little more attached to those/the notes they have, and they’re not built around being explicit, but one or two do contain explicit or mature themes. i’ll be considering those a little more, but if those end up deleted, again, i promise the’ll be on the smut blog, AND the multichaps are on my ao3! <3
Thinking that skin color post was probably from writingwithcolor, they have a looot of reference stuff
!!! That is absolutely the blog, thank you so much! There’s so much information and help available here for writers specifically, since often I see most help directed at art. It’s definitely helped me before, and it’s also very eye opening and educating. Thank you again for your help!
i really feel your tags about thinking of someone as a friend after like minimal interactions 😂 there are blogs that ive sent like 2 asks to and now im like 'ah yes my friend'
That’s such a mood, fam. I’ll consider someone a friend if we’ve been driving side-by-side on the interstate for a long time. I’m here to make friends and eat snacks.
I would just like to clear some things up (and if you don’t want to, you don’t have to post this). A. Yes, I used to ship sam and dean from spn. But B. That was almost 6 years ago. Besides the fact that fiction is fiction not real life, that was a long time ago. And I would really like if people stopped coming for me for “literal incest” when it’s not, it’s fiction.
Hi Kris, I decided to post, but if you want it taken down, I will right away.
So here’s the tea, I used to ship incestuous ships too when I was a teenager and in different fandoms. I had and still have a problematic past in fandom, and I’m not hiding from it either, it’s fiction, it’s entirely unreal, and what people use to cope or use simply for enjoyment is their business alone so long as we use proper tags and warning systems. Sorry to those that take offense to that, but I’m very, very lenient and nonchalant about what others are doing in their fictional spaces.
So, we’re absolutely going to stop messaging everyone about Kris, because frankly I’m tired of it. I care about her and don’t wish to see her chased off a platform ever, she has as much right to be here and write what she wants or enjoy what she wants, now and in the past, as everyone. Everyone is responsible for their own feelings and experiences. And coming from a very oversensitive crybaby, that was a hard lesson to learn, but we all have to keep it mind! :)
Hi! Seeing as I can’t figure out a way to transfer those fics over without preserving the notes on them, etc, I’m currently leaving them up on this blog instead. However, if I can grow another brain cell and figure out a way to do it, I will definitely be reposting all old fics up over there, so nothing will get lost! :)
Most of the “keep up the work after the protests have ended!”-type posts I’ve seen are mostly focused on like, reading Black authors and listening to Black voices and unlearning racism, and obviously all of that is absolutely vital - but no amount of individual self-reflection will be able to dismantle institutional systems of oppression. So I wanted to put together some resources for continuing to build a culture of noncompliance and resistance to the police and prison system even after things have calmed down
But first, be aware that the protests aren’t over. It’s June 29th and there are still events and actions being planned regularly across the nation, and they still need your participation and support. If you’re able, please keep your focus there; this list is for what can be done long-term outside of the protests
Know your rights. Giving the police any more information than you absolutely have to will never and can never benefit you or anyone else - positive evidence given to the police is regularly thrown out in court, whereas negative evidence will be used against you. Know what to say and what you have the right to refuse. You don’t have to answer any questions without a lawyer present, you don’t have to give the police access to your house or car unless they have a current warrant signed by a judge. They will try to intimidate you - learn your rights and don’t let up, don’t ever cooperate with the police
Don’t snitch. If you see someone breaking the law in a way that doesn’t hurt anybody, keep your mouth shut. If cops knock on your door asking you questions about your neighbors or anyone you know, don’t answer
Don’t call the cops. If you can solve the problem in a different way, do it. Cops have on multiple occasions murdered the people they were called to help (or bystanders) without provocation. Don’t be complicit in that. Learn how to handle situations as a community or with the help of qualified experts
When you see an interaction with the police happening, stop and observe. If necessary, film the interaction. Organize and work with groups such as Copwatch to observe the police and hold them accountable
Use proper opsec, especially if you’re involved with anything that might make you a target for the cops. Downloading Signal is a great simple place to start
Learn about jury nullification, and spread the word. When serving in a jury, you have the right to vote not guilty on a defendant that you believe did commit the crime but doesn’t deserve punishment for it. Don’t be complicit in unjust punishment
Refuse to do work for the police or prison system. Workers keep the world running and the state relies on our compliance to keep our neighbors under their thumb. We can shut it down
Continue to support bail funds, even for non-protesters. Cash bail is unjust, and people shouldn’t be in jail just because they can’t pay
Continue to support legal defense funds as well, such as that of the National Lawyers Guild
Write to prisoners, either by yourself or with groups such as the Anarchist Black Cross or Black And Pink, and organize/support books to prisons programs, commissary funds, reentry programs, and other forms of prisoner support
Organize and support community-run crisis response organizations like the CAHOOTS program in Eugene, Oregon or the Birmingham Peacemakers in my hometown
Here are some other organizations to join that are doing good work in this area:
Black Lives Matter is obviously a huge voice in racial justice right now. The list of “official” chapters on their website is very incomplete, though, so you may have better luck doing a web search for “[your area] black lives matter” (beware of fakes though)
Showing Up for Racial Justice is another very active and widespread racial justice network
Critical Resistance is a grassroots prison abolitionist organization founded by Angela Davis
The Revolutionary Abolitionist Movement is another active prison abolitionist organization
The IWW’s Incarcerated Workers Organizing Committee works with prisoners to organize strikes, phone zaps, and other actions combating injustice in prisons
Again, the Anarchist Black Cross does great work supporting political prisoners through letter-writing and more. The link I’ve been including is to an unofficial federation of ABC groups, though - there may be a group in your area that’s not part of that federation, so a web search for “[your area] black cross” may be better
Black And Pink is a prison abolitionist organization focused on queer people and people living with HIV/AIDS
Antifascism is of course an important aspect of racial justice and community safety. See @antifainternational‘s guide to getting connected to your local antifascists - though, again, beware of fakes (the “antifa checker” accounts on fedbook and twitter can help)
The police state and prison industrial complex rely on the complicity and cooperation of all of us to function and be effective. By building a culture of noncompliance and active resistance, we can drastically reduce the state’s ability to oppress communities of color. Don’t let the struggle be forgotten with the changing of the news cycle - keep up the struggle until all are free!
Boosts and additional resources are very much appreciated!
deeply resent that i can’t edit a post to have a read more after reblogging it apparently, was almost hoping i could just delete the read more and then put it back once it was safely reblogged to the other account but then tumblr decided to be homophobic towards me
i’ve been considering making a side blog here for the n/s/f/w content so i can separate it and have a blog safe for younger audiences and for just. hanging out and being soft (or angst, i swing both ways) but that’s just. it sounds like so much work. and while i’ve switched stuff around on blogs, it’s been reblogs, not writing. i can’t get rid of the writing on this blog even if it’s reblogged elsewhere, because then the readmore doesn’t work, right?
i’m the type that either has to do something PERFECT or it shan’t be done at all hngfhk
okay so, still working out if i’ll move over all my own n/s/f/w fics, probably not because i’m selfish and want to keep all the notes on them, but for now, i did make a side blog for adult content. from now on, all n/s/f/w content will be posted on that blog, reblogged from that blog, and please send n/s/f/w asks or requests to that blog! i’ll be gleaning things up a bit tomorrow, but it’s currently fairly set up.
if you sent in a request from the prompt list i reblogged ages ago that i’ve been finally filling out, check that blog for it because i’ll be working on those and posting them over there instead now. i did consider a suggestion from the lovely @sympathetic-deceit-trash, but i have this blog so established i wanted to keep it and all the sfw art and asks and such too, so i just made a new blog to be an absolute wh*re on lmfao
the new blog is @mendaxietysmuts if you’d like to follow! love you bunches, no minors!
((as for this blog allowing minors, still yes, and no n/s/f/w content will be posted here from here on out, but the former n/s/f/w content is still here, still tagged and labeled carefully. The other blog will also be tagged and labeled stringently, for safety!))
i’ve been considering making a side blog here for the n/s/f/w content so i can separate it and have a blog safe for younger audiences and for just. hanging out and being soft (or angst, i swing both ways) but that’s just. it sounds like so much work. and while i’ve switched stuff around on blogs, it’s been reblogs, not writing. i can’t get rid of the writing on this blog even if it’s reblogged elsewhere, because then the readmore doesn’t work, right?
i’m the type that either has to do something PERFECT or it shan’t be done at all hngfhk
(continuation of this piece. happy birthday to the eldritch horror ratman!! sorry this isn’t something happy like he deserves b u t i’m really pleased with this so–)
“After making all that fuss about how you wanted to be fucked hard, you’re whinning like a little baby.” with Virgil doing the fucking on Deceit?
Prompts || Not accepting! || N//S//F//W
Warnings: Noncon elements, dubcon, abusive / rough themes, unhealthy relationship, uuh one large fuck me up fam.
Janus has been at this all day, hardly getting more than a scornful look for his efforts. But, he is nothing if not tenacious, someone like him has to be, after all. The effort to convince one to lie, to present that lie as truth, it all takes an awful lot of work, so yes, Janus is determined, but he is not patient. Perhaps that’s why he resorts to less refined tactics. . . not that Virgil is unused to any of that, either.
The anxious side’s patience is about to snap, and along with it, a very unfortunate liar. But then, they both know that’s the backbone of this plan anyway, the final reward for this twisted game they indulge in. They’ve just indulged too much, someone a glutton for punishment and another a glutton for something. . .equally as damning. Neither of them will ever admit such a thing though, so they continue to dance around each other, pretending that glaring fact isn’t there, until they collide right into each other. . .full force.
Janus’s back hits the wall behind him, knocking the breath out of him with a sharp exhale. Virgil’s hands are like iron around his wrists, and he cracks open one eye to peer up at the other side, but he finds little amusement on Virgil’s face. Janus feels a smirk tug at his lips, and he allows the coy curve onto his mouth, if only to watch Virgil’s jaw tighten. “I swear to god,” Virgil starts, his voice low, dangerous, taking on that timbre that chases a shiver down Janus’s back. “I’ve had enough.”
“Oh?” Janus asks, only not really, just like he tugs on both his wrists, only not really. “I’m afraid I don’t know what you’re talking about, I’m minding my own business,” Janus shoots a condescending glance up and down Virgil. “It’s not my problem you can’t control your own temper.” Janus feels that grip on his wrists tighten, ever so slightly, but that glitter of violet is in his Virgil’s eyes, a brief gleam; a knife unsheathing, just as cold and twice as sharp. It’s a warning, no words needed, Janus still hears the silent “Watch It” that’s spoken from that one look.
“Why don’t I show you what I can control?” Virgil says, his voice dropping, much like his mouth as it hovers by Janus’s ear, a hint of cold, a hint of teeth. Virgil has been stretched terribly thin lately, it really hardly takes any work to rile him like this. Maybe Virgil thinks Janus doesn’t notice those fleeting glances, the curl of his lip that shows off a hint of fang, a hint of hunger. “Oh, I forgot, it’s not my problem you’re too desperate to ask for what you really want.” Virgil smiles coldly, watching Janus’s mismatched eyes widen a fraction, and it’s something Virgil loves so much—watching Deceit get caught, watching him tangle himself in his own lies.
“Fuck you,” Janus hisses, Virgil’s words stealing his breath away just like the hit against the wall had. Virgil’s grin sharpens, darkens, and Janus’s heart is in his throat, the sound almost tangible. . .snap. Virgil descends on Janus’s mouth, the violent, angry action almost undeserving of even being called a kiss. Janus groans when fangs cut across his bottom lip, impatiently forcing entry, and as Virgil’s tongue snakes into his mouth, the tang of blood follows. The kiss is all teeth and tongue, hungry and messy.
Janus tugs harder at his wrists this time, actually trying to get free so he can reach at Virgil, tug at his clothes. Virgil growls into the kiss, the sound rolling like thunder down Janus’s back and prompting him to arch forward, chest gluing to Virgil’s own. There’s a swish of wind, a swoop of his stomach, but Janus hasn’t opened his eyes to watch the rooms change; he can tell by the sudden darkness, the sudden chill, that Virgil has sunk them into his own room. The kiss is broken and they pant into each other’s mouths, the pause so brief, but when Janus blinks open his eyes to look at Virgil, it seems to last forever.
Without warning, Virgil uses the grip he has on Janus’s wrists to yank, drawing a startled cry from the lying side as Virgil shoves him to the side and down onto the bed. Immediately, Janus tries to find his balance, tries to sit up, but Virgil is on him in seconds. His mouth finds Janus’s again, unrelenting as he snags a handful of Janus’s shirt, pulling him in close. Janus’s chest is tight already from trying to catch his breath, and he reaches up to tangle his fingers in Virgil’s hair, dark, darker than the rest. . .
Virgil is shoving clothes off and out of the way, and when Janus thinks he hears fabric ripping, he rolls his eyes. “Desperate loves company, or have you lost control already? Maybe you never even had it—”
A hand wraps around Janus’s throat, cold but steady, and it squeezes. Janus’s voice cuts off with a cracked gasp, eyes fluttering shut as Virgil throws him back down to the mattress and pins him there. He slides off his jacket and shirt where they’re only hanging off him by a shoulder, and Janus lets his gaze drip down Virgil’s body as he prowls above him; he’s coming undone, Janus knows it, has known it. He can always sense it coming, always gets to Virgil first. He’s the only one who can take this side of Virgil, the only one to know this part of him…this part is his.
Virgil feels Janus swallow, throat bobbing beneath his palm where he keeps it clutched around the lying side’s neck, slowly scraping his nails down into green scales. Janus shudders, bucking up into Virgil as that shooting, odd sensation flares at his neck, that feeling Janus can never tell is good or bad, but what he can tell is that Virgil doesn’t care. With careless hands, Virgil twists Janus over onto his belly, keeping one hand on the back of his neck as he briefly stretches away, as if reaching for something. There’s a pause, only for Janus to regain some breath, before he feels Virgil move again.
Virgil settles behind Janus, and with one knee slid between his thighs, forces Janus to spread his own knees far apart. Virgil brings a hand down hard on the pert ass presented to him, and the little yip it earns him makes his cock twitch, slick with the lubricant he reached for. “Bite the sheets,” Virgil growls the warning, far from the mood for bothering with flowery pleasantries. Janus takes it this way all the time, he likes it this way, it’s almost the only way it’s ever done. Nothing slow, nothing gentle, nothing pretty.
Janus opens his mouth, just in time to sink his teeth into the bunched up sheets below him. That warning is the only one he gets before Virgil’s hand is on his hip, and then he’s shoving forward and yanking Janus backwards, forcing reluctant muscles to spread too fast and too rough. Janus screams, teeth grit into the sheets to muffle it, but that does little to ease the pain shooting up his back as Virgil forces himself inside. It aches, it aches hot and deep, and even Janus can feel himself quivering in a struggling bid to relax and try to loosen up. Virgil does still, just for a beat, smoothing one hand up Janus’s back, scratching his nails against scales and admiring black against green. “Always feel so good,” he hisses under his breath, almost to not be heard, perhaps not wanted to be heard.
Janus clings to the blankets when Virgil starts to move, too soon, but he’s not asking Janus. Virgil feels those hot muscles cling tight to his cock, and he shoves himself back inside, setting up for a brutal pace. Each slow pull out is countered with a hard thrust forward that buries his cock in one go, until bit by bit, Virgil is rutting into Janus almost wildly, scratching down the man’s back and not noticing when his nails catch on certain scales to draw blood. Janus does his best, his fucking best, to bite into the sheets and muffle his voice; but he can feel the blankets growing wetter beneath his face, though he tried to ignore his cheeks getting wet.
Virgil hears a choked sob and glances up, panting for breath, but his lips still curve into that near predatory smile. “After making all that fuss to get fucked hard, you’re whining like this?” Virgil says, and neither of them miss the mocking croon to his voice. “You asked for it, this was all you were here for.” Virgil’s voice lowers into a growl again, and Janus flinches when he feels the hands clawing into his hips tighten. Virgil stills, hips shuddering just before Janus feels the other man reach his peak, spilling sticky heat inside. Fuck, Janus hates that feeling. He does.
Slowly, the only slowness of the night, Virgil withdraws, glancing down at Janus’s red and raw entrance as he leaves it a little gaped from the abuse. Virgil slides his hand off Janus’s back, off his hips, and straightens up, leaving the other side to roll carefully onto his side, trembling a bit in the aftermath. Janus winces, aching, sore, thighs closed tight to viciously ignore his own cock. He listens instead as Virgil cleans off, catches his breath, and redresses, all while never sparing Janus a look. “Be gone by the I come back,” Virgil says, and the door shutting punctuates his warning.
It’s always like this. Janus scrubs the backs of his hands over his face, willfully ignoring the sink of his stomach, the throb of his body, ignoring all of it as he struggles to his own feet. It’s his shirt that had torn earlier, he discovers, but he dresses anyway. He can get to his room before anyone else sees; no one will question it, anyway. It’s always been like this. It’s how they do things. Janus doesn’t think either of them want to change it.
Janus doesn’t think either of them know how to change it.
“Stop whimpering, you can fit both our cocks in there.” “Such a good slut, taking it no matter how tight it is or how bad it hurts.”“See, I told you it would fit. It took some hard work, but I sure did make it fit like I promised.” with Bottom Dee and Roman and Logan? -😶
Prompts || Not accepting! || N//S//F//W
Warnings: Contains noncon and taking advantage of someone who is drunk.
The taste of vodka is terrible, stinging on the way down like a sip of fire, and immediately the taste tries to claw its way back up. It’s not a cheerful fruity drink for a fun night out, it’s something to slam back and knock out your memories and your inhibitions for a night. Janus shakes the bitter taste off, somewhat regretting turning down a chaser, but he’s not in the mood for the sugar-coating. He’s in the mood for it to hurt, to burn his throat, to forget. The bustle of dancing bodies and the thrum of bass-boosted music rattle through Janus’s entire body, already flushed and warm with a pleasant buzz.
He should have stopped there, Janus knows he should, but a string of bad decisions has led him to this party, and a string of bad decisions will finish it. His roommate has already disappeared, at least, Janus thinks so, it’s hard to miss those bright purple patches. He’s not bothered, he’s been to plenty of parties, woken up in plenty of trashed houses or unfamiliar dorms. Janus can take care of himself, despite Virgil not thinking so. With that stubborn thought in mind, Janus downs another shot, well on his way to being past buzzed…well on his way.
The music shakes the walls, and in turn it rattles Janus’s ribs and squeezes his heart with every bass drop, somehow louder in his body than in his ears. He’s ended up on the dance floor in the array of grinding, swaying bodies, vision blurred, senses blurred, and judgment blurred. He’s not even really sure he’s dancing, but unbeknownst to Janus, he’s certainly caught his fair share of attention. Janus has long since given up on trying to think clearly, now he’s only moving to the beat of the music, giving over to sensation rather than rational thought. He’s drunk, too drunk, probably, he should get outside for a breather and then find his way back to his dorm.
Instead, Janus feels a pair of hands on his waist, strong and certain as they guided Janus’s hips backwards. Startled, Janus opens his eyes, unaware he’s even let them slip shut, but then there are hands on his face, guiding him to tilt it upwards, and Janus meets the golden eyes of one of the school’s golden boys. Roman, Janus thinks distantly, familiar but not on particularly friendly terms. Right now though, Roman is smiling at him, lips set in a coy curve as he cages his body in close to Janus’s, a good few inches taller.
There’s still a body behind him, Janus realizes when he feels breath fan across his ear; he can’t get a good look yet, but from the corner of his eyes he catches the glint of glasses. The two men keep Janus trapped between their bodies, guiding him in rolling his hips and swaying side to side, pulling strings almost as if Janus were a doll—Janus feels dizzy, his head full of static and his muscles full of molten gold, and he does nothing to escape the warmth surrounding him. Roman even grazes their lips together once or twice, and Janus tilts his head to push their mouths together in a clumsy kiss. They’re drunk, it’s okay, right? It can be forgotten later.
Janus really doesn’t know how it happens. One moment he’s on the public floor, music filling him and bodies guiding him…the next, only in the span of a minute, he swears, Janus finds himself tugged along, unsteady on his feet and unable to even properly tell where he’s at. There’s an arm around his waist and a hand in his own though, and when he looks up long enough, there’s another face, equally as familiar. Janus actually knows Logan pretty well, they share a number of classes; the young man’s dark hair is usually slicked neatly in place, but right now it’s loose, in his eyes. Janus has seen Logan and Roman together before, usually bantering, he can’t remember seeing them do much else together.
Logan leads Janus into a room, and behind them, the door closes, with Roman soon curling strong arms around Janus’s waist. Separate from everyone else, Janus starts to feel a pit of dread open in his gut. The music sounds so distant, how far away are they? Why did the pair want to bring him up here—Janus blinks suddenly, the sight of a bed coming into focus over Logan’s shoulder, and Janus realizes they’re in a bedroom. Confusion steadily grows colder as Janus feels warm fingertips toying at the hem of his shirt, and slowly begin to tug it up over his navel.
Immediately, Janus reaches to push the shirt down, but Logan is cupping his face, hand squeezing Janus’s jaw to draw him in close for a kiss that Janus whines into. Roman gets his hands under Janus’s shirt to skim his fingertips up along a slim belly and up towards Janus’s chest, and when Janus tries to pull away from the kiss, Logan bites his lip. Yelping in startled surprise, this allows Logan to snake his tongue into Janus’s mouth, tasting the reluctant groan the younger man lets out. Roman soon grows bored, and his hands are sneaking down, too low, until they reach a zipper.
When Janus feels his pants being unfastened, he shoves a hand into Logan’s chest, but there’s little strength behind the push. Janus feels shaky, lightheaded, all the strength he can muster does little more than make Logan back away but a step. Suddenly, there’s a grip around Janus’s wrists, squeezing like iron. “Keep struggling, see where it gets you,” Roman growls against Janus’s ear, pinning his wrists down to his sides and certainly bruising them. Panic jumps up Janus’s throat (vodka, fear tastes like vodka) and he squeezes his eyes shut when Logan comes in again for a kiss, and his hand doesn’t rest on Janus’s jaw, but around his throat.
Clothes are yanked and shuffled off, much like Janus finds himself yanked towards the bed, tossed haphazardly upon a mattress that squeaks in protest. The entire world is spinning, twirling, dipping, and it’s all Janus can do to even try to sit up, but then someone’s atop him, someone’s behind him—they are all around him. “You first,” Roman says, more over Janus’s shoulder, not that he’s really listening. Janus is only listening to his own hammering heart, his head and stomach both swooping dangerously; someone had to have seen them come up here, right? Someone will notice?
Logan gathers Janus up, allowing Roman to spread the quivering young man’s legs. Something cold, very cold, pours between Janus’s thighs, and impatient fingers prod against his entrance. Finally, somewhere in his cracking throat, Janus finds a voice. “Don’t—don’t, get off,” he tries to order, tries to plead, nudging his hands against Roman’s shoulders as Roman dips a couple of fingers inside him, drawing a yelp from Janus. Roman doesn’t even flinch at the pushes to his chest and shoulders; it feels like Janus isn’t even fighting at all, it feels like he’s doing nothing at all, and that fear, anger, and shame eat at him, even as discomfort stings when Roman shoves his fingers in too deep and too fast.
Roman isn’t much interested in preparing Janus though, only making sure he’s slick enough; he’s pulled his hand back before long, moving it to grip Janus’s other thigh tight. “Just hold still for us,” Roman murmurs, words fanning across Janus’s mouth. Hold still? Hold still for—oh, oh, Logan, Janus forgot, Logan has been so quiet, simply holding Janus and keeping him upright. But now, Janus feels Logan moving, feels Logan lifting his hips, and suddenly, Logan is guiding his cock into Janus’s entrance. Janus keens sharply as Logan sinks inside, spreading protesting muscles slowly. Joining the distressed sound though, is a soft groan of pleasure.
“He might be too tight,” Logan murmurs, stroking a hand up Janus’s side; perhaps it’d be comforting, if Logan didn’t wrap that same hand tight around Janus’s throat. Janus can feel tears pricking his eyes, his belly flipping as Logan bottoms out, and though he’s still for a bit, it does nothing, absolutely nothing, to ease Janus. Logan’s hands are cold and unforgiving, pulling Janus down onto his cock like the boy is nothing but a toy to fuck. Janus can feel Roman toying with his cock, like he wants to force Janus into arousal, all while Janus whines plaintively and tries to squirm out of the pair’s grip.
“Stop whimpering, you can fit both our cocks in there,” Logan chides, giving Janus’s throat a tight squeeze that chokes out a wail. Janus doesn’t catch on at first, not seeing the plan the two have for him, not until Roman gets his hands under Janus’s knees and spreads them wide around his own waist. Logan slows his pace a bit, slowly grinding his cock inside Janus’s trembling inner muscles. Janus hiccups out a sob, cracking open one eye just to see Roman drizzling a clear substance onto his own cock…where he’s starting to guide it against Janus’s already stuffed hole.
“Stop!” Janus says, and he’s trying to scream, he’s trying to be loud, but it barely comes out as a whimper. Roman doesn’t listen anyway, the head of his cock squeezing against Janus’s straining entrance, relentless, insistent, until finally…slowly…Janus starts to open up to let Roman slide his cock in alongside Logan’s. Janus slams his eyes shut, crying out as he’s stretched well beyond what he’s ever taken before, stuffed to the brim with two thick cocks that shove inside him carelessly. Roman moans in bliss, his nails digging bloody marks into Janus’s hip where he holds the struggling man down.
“Fuck, he feels good,” Roman exhales the words, not pausing for more than a few seconds before he’s rutting into Janus, impatiently chasing pleasure. “Such a good boy…see, I told you it would fit. It took some work, but I got it to fit like I promised.” Roman tilts his head, laying several sharp nips to Janus’s throat, where the bruises are dark against creamy skin. Janus whines desperately, feeling fit to burst as the two men use him, mercilessly fucking into him and prying apart tight muscles that ache with every thrust of their hips. Tears glisten on Janus’s face now, and he feels a tongue against his cheek suddenly, lapping away the salt.
“Such a good slut, taking it no matter how tight it is or how bad it hurts,” Logan smirks against Janus’s ear. He’s so tight, almost painfully tight, and the searing vice-like grip around Logan’s cock has him on the edge within minutes. He can tell Roman isn’t far behind, he’s getting rough, almost ruthless as he pounds the poor man raw. Janus’s voice cracks on a yelp, his lungs unable to gather enough air for a real scream. They’re being so rough, too rough, too hard—until suddenly, Janus feels those cocks twitching inside him, and a hot flood of cum starts to fill him up.
Janus hiccups on a sob, aching and raw both inside and out. The cum is warm and sticky as it leaks from his abused entrance, and Roman groans as he slides out, followed soon by Logan as they both pop free from Janus’s hole. Logan lets Janus lean to the side, where he drops the quaking, out-of-it man. Janus is breathing shakily, vision spotting and body limp, so limp, unable to even move. He hears both Logan and Roman dressing, murmuring quietly, things Janus can’t make out. A hand drops to his head suddenly, brushing curls out of his damp face. It’s so gentle, and in being gentle, it’s terribly degrading. The door shuts, leaving Janus alone, naked, and utterly wrecked.
Good morning friends—this is a post outside of the normal blog content, as anyone with a following would like, I’d like to use it bring attention to important matters. I also respect those who don’t wish to see that type of content on a space that maybe they use as an escape, so be mindful of that.
Speaking with a friend, I learned of the recent (June 24th) terrible attack on a young woman, Althea Bernstein. She was verbally abused by four white men who proceeded to douse her in lighter fluid and toss a lit lighter at her, causing her third degree burns. In the wake of this tragic event, Ms. Bernstein doesn’t ask for financial aid, but for everyone to keep signing petitions, donating, and fighting how they can. Below I have linked a few of the petitions I’ve discovered to still need to reach their number, and if anyone else wants to link/message me to link, I will do so. Thank you for your time, please stay safe.
Mandatory Life Sentencing for Police Brutality Resulting in Death
Ahh! You did my prompt! I was the ice cube anon. I loved it! Will you there be a part two? Possibly the roles get switched or Logan goes further with his experiments?
Hello love! I’m so glad to hear you enjoyed it, and I do sincerely apologize for your long wait. So, actually, someone else requested the same prompt with the same pairing, and I was considering switching roles around for it to change the prompt up, so it can definitely be something of an extension!
