I have decided I am a whore and should run a sanders sides smut blog (please don’t come for me tumblr). So to start things off I thought I’d list some of the things welcome or not welcome in my blog!
I am open to requests and asks, but please do not send me anything I have stated I am uncomfortable with.
What I will write:
-any sanders sides ship except remrom or moxiety
-any side can be dom or sub (thought I usually write Virgil as a sub and Roman as a dom)
-honestly just ask and chances are I’ll be chill with writing it. If not I’ll let you know
Hard no’s:
-watersports
-foot fetish
-ddlg
-genderbent sides (not for any particular reason I’m just not very good at it)
-not particularly fond of any Roman ships aside from prinxiety but mayyybe I’ll do one if I have a good enough idea for it
-again, if you suggest something not on the list but still something I’m not comfortable writing, I’ll just let you know :)
My fav things to write:
-bottom or sub Virgil
-Prinxiety and anxceit
-hypnokink
-not pet play necessarily but I just love writing a sub being called kitten and wearing cat themed lingerie
And just a reminder: NO MINORS!!! I will block you if you are a minor or don’t have your age in your blog. It is illegal for minors to be on my blog so get the hell out :))))
Why am I incapable of writing anything shorter than five pages like come on these long fics take forever to write but I physically cannot write short fics
Anyway I have two WIPs right now one with anaroceit with some hypnosis and a part two for the doppelgänger fic
I got so far with both of these fics but then I finished o chem and immediately was hit with so much exhaustion. I am so burnt out like that course was so fucking draining wtf
ayup you lot. i dont wanna say i got a kink but ig i got a kink have another brainwashing fic. these sorts of stories are common in the hypno spaces but not in fandom spaces so i have no idea if this is too intense so let’s go
3.6k words, roceit, hypnokink/brainwashing, dubcon, pretty heavy fantasy, open/’unhappy’ ending, missing memories, uses of subliminal messaging on the characters - semi horror/erotic thriller i guess but it’s hot i promise /j
Janus and Roman wake up in an unfamiliar place that seems very very set on having them fall to depravity. Their totally tiny crushes on each other doesn’t help the situation.
most under the cut
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“Roman,” Janus whispered, uncertainty quietening his voice. “Roman, stick close to me, okay?”
“What, are you going to protect me?” Roman shot back jokingly, but Janus didn’t miss how he shuffled closer with no further argument, and how his tone was hushed as well.
“I’d feel safer,” Janus murmured, reaching out and taking Roman’s hand, before pulling him in close, close enough their shoulders were practically touching, “if I have you in my line of sight, at least.”
“I get that,” Roman agreed softly, glancing around this too-pristine facility. “…This place gives me the creeps.”
He had Janus’ hand clasped tightly in his. Janus swallowed, and rolled his shoulders – trying to take a moment to gather himself.
“We should try to find a way out of here,” Roman said quietly. “Try the way we came from?”
The thing was this: neither of them remembered how they got here. The first thing they both remembered was jolting bolt upright in a chair, in a room they didn’t recognise, gasping for air and glancing at each other in confusion. Alone in a strange place, and… yes, as they doubled back into the first room, Janus noted with his heart in his throat that it was just a large chamber with four blank walls, and two chairs in the centre of the room, artfully tilted towards each other like some weird and poignant installation in some indie art gallery. Just two chairs, for the two of them.
He didn’t get it. It set him on edge. Goosebumps crawled across his skin as Roman pointedly scoped out the room. Janus kept his eyes on the corridor they’d come from, just in case they got jumped.
But both Roman and Janus came to the same conclusion. Nothing.
Why am I incapable of writing anything shorter than five pages like come on these long fics take forever to write but I physically cannot write short fics
Anyway I have two WIPs right now one with anaroceit with some hypnosis and a part two for the doppelgänger fic
Aeneas seems such a good character to put in the imagination. Just imagine the power.
Reinvention
Summary: Roman and Remus both separately like to fuck Virgil, but one day, when they're both in the mood and fighting over him, they accidentally fuse into a single creativity one again
"Guys, this is not something worth fighting over."
Virgil immediately regretted saying that when Roman and Remus both whipped their heads around angrily. The heat from their fight was coming at Virgil now, and at the same time, they yelled:
"Of course you're worth fighting over!"
Virgil facepalmed and just sat down, deciding to let the two of them hash it out.
Roman turned back to Remus. "You've had his ass for the past three days, and I've been very patient with you."
Remus laughed. "I think you're just upset that he prefers me," he teased.
"He does not prefer you!" Roman shouted. "The whole reason we have this arrangement is because he couldn't choose between us."
"Well, yea, because he loves you, but loves my dick," Remus chuckled.
"Oh my god, just share him, that's that only solution we have besides become one fucking person!" Roman yelled, waving his arms in the air.
For a moment, everything went still. Remus and Roman stared into each other's eyes, as if a lightbulb had sparked between them. Virgil looked back and forth between the two of them anxiously.
"Guys?" Virgil whispered. "What's going on?"
"Is it even possible?" Roman asked, ignoring Virgil.
Remus let out a hearty laugh. "Let's find out."
Without warning, Remus tackled Roman and they went crashing to the ground together. Virgil stood up from the couch to help them, but he had to turn away when a blinding light exploded from the two. Virgil fell to his knees from the blast and had to cover his face for a few moments. Once the light died down, Virgil cautiously turned around. There, on the floor where there used to be two bodies, there was now one.
The man stood up, muscles visible since his spiky green shirt had no sleeves. A swirling red sash wrapped around his torso and waist and doubled as a belt for his black, ripped jeans. His ass was hugged tightly in a way that made Virgil gulp. He had high heal boots that gave him a few extra inches of height, and his hair was brown with a streak of white. As the man turned to face Virgil, he revealed his well-groomed mustache paired with a goatee. His face was determined and his fists were in balls.
Virgil struggled to catch his breath. "R-Remu-- Roma-- who are you?" He stuttered out.
For a moment, there was silence. The man looked down at his hands as if he wasn't sure himself. Then, he smiled and laughed. His icy stare terrified Virgil and turned him on at the same time.
"My name is Aeneas, and I am Creativity," he announced. "Since you liked your two boyfriends so much, we--... I thought you'd just love all of those qualities in one body."
Without warning, Aeneas began marching towards Virgil. The anxious side couldn't move, and he didn't know if it was because of fear or arousal.
As if he were lighter than air, Aeneas picked Virgil up from the ground and threw him onto the couch. The creative side fell forward, catching himself before he crashed onto Virgil, and spread his boyfriend's legs.
"You can always say no, my darling, this is all about your boundaries," a piece of Roman seemed to shine through for a moment before Remus's sickening smile took over. "But I know you're too much of a slut to do that."
Virgil let out a whimper as Aeneas slowly leaned in to start sucking on his partner's neck. His other hand stroked down Virgil's torso and landed on his clothed erection and began to rub. Virgil was already breathing heavily and trying to stay quiet.
Aeneas chuckled deeply. "What a good little whore you're being for me. Come on, make some noise for me, sweetheart. I want to hear you squeal."
Virgil let out a squeak as Aeneas unbuttoned his pants and slid them off with his underpants in one strong swipe. Aeneas gripped Virgil's hard dick like he was choking the life out of someone, and it made Virgil whine louder than he meant to.
"There it is!" Aeneas smiled. "Good boy," he praised as he started to jerk Virgil off. "You know, I think this is rather nice. Praising you for the dirty fucking twink you are, and you just love it. Do you like it when I call you names and compliment you at the same time? Do you like it when your two lovers are working together like this? Answer me!" Aeneas demanded.
Virgil nodded fervently and let out a pathetic "Mhm," as he got closer to cumming.
"What a good slut you are," Aeneas praised... degraded...? Virgil didn't know, nor did he care. He felt amazing. "I bet you're just a few seconds away from cumming, aren't you? Well, you decide when you cum, but I decide when we're done, got that?"
Virgil's only reply was a high-pitched moan as he let go of all the built-up tension in his cock. He tried to hold back, but this was just too fucking hot. However, just like Aeneas had warned, that wasn't the end. Virgil's stomach was filled with dread and blissful arousal as he realized that was the first of many climaxes that night.
superhero au, rogue/villain janus, hero patton. Janus is called ‘Siren’, and is has magic, and Patton is called ‘Guardian’ and kinda has batman vibes.
dom!janus, sub!patton. Trans Patton. CNC, hypnosis, dubcon. Janus trances Patton without explicit consent but Patton is into it.
about 3k words. praise kink (’good boy’), facefucking, fingering, sex with clothes on, magic sex, memory play, multiple orgasms.
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Patton hits the rooftop with his shoulder, really, leading into the roll. The impact knocks the air out of him, it always does, but he’s quick to recover, stopping on one knee, gloved hands either side of him, steadying himself on the rough concrete.
Patrol has been, well, a bit rough tonight. That shoulder knocked him breathless for multiple reasons, he just put it back into its socket. He’s tired, between his dayjob, a desk clerk for a big firm’s CEO, and the fact that criminal activity has been picking up, he’s been doing his best to pick up slack. It doesn’t help that one of their hero league is out of commission at the moment – nothing major, but, y’know, broken bones need to heal.
Patton is a hero. He was dubbed Guardian and he aims to live up to the honour. He knows the risks. Knew them from the start. Sure, he doesn’t have powers like his friends and teammates, but he’s got stuff, he’s got training, and he’s got his wits.
Well, he’s usually got his wits.
He leaps to his feet at the sound of footsteps, cursing himself for letting his guard down even though it’s only been a couple of seconds, and grapples up to a higher position, on top of the roof access, and peers down from his perch as…
A/N: I’ve been working on this one for a long time and I’m SO glad I finally finished it. I’ll likely write more expanding on this concept like Virgil eventually finding out and maybe even a threesome with the two Virgil’s but we’ll see
Summary- Roman, in the midst of dealing with a huge crush on Virgil, subconsciously uses the imagination to create his own Virgil. Basically, the imagination tells Roman to get laid.
Content warnings: none I don’t think? I mean Roman has sex with a Virgil doppelgänger so if that’s not your thing fair enough maybe skip this one
Roman had a problem that seemed to be growing each time he left his room. Ever since Virgil tried to duck out, the broody emo had been spending more of his time outside his room and with the others. Including Roman. With each new dilemma Thomas faced, the two grew closer and closer even as relationships with Logan and Patton grew strained now that Janus and even Remus were in the mix.
In the midst of all the chaos, Roman had undeniably become overwhelmingly attracted to Virgil. He adored everything about him from his snarky smile to the way his purple eyeshadow shimmered whenever he got excited. The nights they would stay up late watching Disney movies in Roman’s room, cuddled against each other under his sheets were Roman’s favorite. He loved the quips Virgil shot at him and his angelic laugh when Roman bickered back.
Despite being a romantic at heart, Roman was incredibly hesitant to further his relationship with Virgil in fear of ruining what they’ve worked so hard to have. To say they had a rocky start was understatement and Roman would sooner lose at the hands of the dragon witch than lose Virgil.
So he hoped that once their fractured relationships with the others healed, his feelings would fade and everything would go back to normal. Unfortunately, as Patton and Janus approached Roman with an apology and the hope of reaching an understanding, everyone worked together to make Logan feel more heard, and Janus and Virgil tentatively repaired their once unbreakable bond, Roman’s feelings stayed. In fact, now that they spent less time together and more time with the others, Roman found himself looking forward to their solitary movie and cuddle nights even more.
Sitting at the kitchen table as Patton mixed a fresh batch of cookies and Janus made some comment that resulted in Virgil’s gorgeous laugh echoing throughout the room, Roman was reminded of this exact predicament. He wanted to be the reason for Virgil’s elated expression, wanted to be the reason for the healthy flush across his cheeks, visible despite the white foundation. Roman loved it when he could see the red dusting his stormcloud’s cheeks and would love even more to see it without his makeup covering it as well as how the flush would spread across his body when he-
Roman’s eyes widened and a dark blush reddened his own cheeks as he realized just where his train of thought was heading. That was the other part of his problem. As much as Roman was embarrassed to admit it, his thoughts had recently taken a more... suggestive turn. He desperately wanted to know what Virgil would look like beneath him, bare and breathless and something Roman knew he could never have. The fact that he was even having these thoughts was enough to send him hurtling out of his seat and towards the privacy of his room despite the confused and concerned looks sent his way.
Closing and locking his door behind him, Roman sighed and settled behind his desk with the small hope that getting some work done would distract him from his heated thoughts. He began scribbling away, mostly nonsense base ideas that weren’t meant to really go anywhere, just something to keep his mind off Virgil.
Virgil…
“Roman?”
The prince immediately perked up at the sound of the anxious emo’s voice and quickly took notice that his mindless scrawling seemed to take the form artful sketches of the emo side himself, causing Roman to panic and scramble to cover the pages before they could be seen.
“Ah! Just a moment, Virgil! Apologies, you caught me off guard, I-”
“Princey~”
Roman froze and felt his cheeks heat up. Virgil’s voice was smooth, yet soft and if he wasn’t mistaken, a bit teasing. A small part of him even wanted to believe it was intentionally seductive because that tone of voice certainly did things to Roman. However, he quickly brushed those thoughts aside as he knew Virgil would never do that and he was ashamed of himself for even thinking such thoughts as he stood from his chair and turned around to face the side he had already kept waiting for far too long.
Roman felt his breathing stop and his heart rate spike.
There stood Virgil, leaning with one arm against his bedpost, in the most seductive clothes the prince had ever seen him in. The dark purple skirt he wore rose just above his midthigh and left very little to the imagination. He had a sheer, black crop top that didn’t cover anything and on his neck rested a deep red choker with a small crown charm dangling from it. Virgil’s eyes were lidded and his teeth bit his plush bottom lip teasingly, leaving Roman unable to look away without desperately wanting to know what those full lips would feel like on his.
Virgil giggled at Roman’s awe, his jaw nearly dropping to the floor as the normally anxious and reserved side swung himself around the bedpost and sat on the edge of the prince’s massive bed. The skirt rose up even more and Roman swore he could see a hint of what looked to be red lace underneath, causing his face to flare up even more than it already had. The object of his affections spread his legs slightly, just enough to tease Roman, and he laid back onto the bed, arms stretched above his head. Both the shirt and skirt rose higher as a result confirming there was in fact lacy red lingerie underneath those sinful clothes.
Roman could feel himself get light headed as all his blood rushed downward and he felt a familiar warmth coiling in his gut. He collapsed back in his chair, fearing if he stood for any longer, his legs would give out. Only the sound of Virgil’s teasing, seductive voice was able to snap him out of the trance he was in.
“Princey, I need you. I’ve wanted you for so long, please, I can’t wait any longer. Please, take me, Roman,” he whimpered desperately, batting his eyes innocently at the other side who was struggling to keep his composure.
Had it not been for the sheer amount of shock and confusion running through his head, Roman would have jumped the man’s bones by now, but his head simply couldn’t wrap itself around the situation at hand. Roman had just seen Virgil in the commons and was certain he wasn’t wearing the revealing clothes that now hugged his smaller frame.
“Virgil? I… What’s going on? Wait, how did you even get in here? This doesn’t make sense; when did you even change?” Roman stumbled over his words, confusion just barely beating out his desire to take Virgil’s newfound forwardness at face value.
Virgil replied coolly, sitting up and still looking at Roman with that horribly seductive expression, “You wanted me didn’t you? Well, here I am.”
“I…” The prince wasn’t completely sure how to respond to that. Virgil certainly wasn’t wrong, but it still didn’t answer any questions he had.
Unfortunately, before he had the chance to ask anymore questions, Virgil had moved from the bed right on to Roman’s lap, straddling him with arms wrapped around his shoulders. Roman’s grip on the armrests of his chair tightened as the object of his affections began mouthing at his neck, hot breath against his ear, whispering, “Stop worrying, my prince, that’s my job. Besides, there’s much better things you and I could be doing right now.”
Virgil’s voice was downright salacious and Roman was just about to give in, eyes drifting shut, leaning in towards the other’s lips…
Knock knock knock!
“Hey, Princey! Open up!”
Virgil’s voice called from the other side of Roman’s door who shot up from his seat, sending the look-alike to the floor. His mind racing, he looked from his door to the thing he had previously thought to be Virgil.
“What the hell? Oh my god, what the hell?! What is going on, what are you?” Roman cried as quietly as he could, hoping not to alert the real Virgil.
The fake just tilted his head to the side like a confused puppy. “I’m Virgil, dear. I’m here to give you everything you want,” he said, voice still using that seductive lilt.
“What are you… oh. Oh god. Fuck. Fuck! You’re a construct of the imagination, aren’t you?” The question was more of an accusation, but the imaginary Virgil didn’t flinch, even as Roman continued his panicked rant, “How did you even get here? I never made Virgil in the imagination! Who would even…? Remus. That jerk sent you here just to mess with me! When I get my hands on him-”
“Roman! Dude, are you okay? What the hell is going on in there?”
Right. Real Virgil. Right outside his door.
“Coming!” Roman shouted before turning to the doppelganger, “You! Hide behind the bed! Now!”
Roman all but dragged the construct to its makeshift hiding place before he opened his door just enough to let Virgil see him, but not into his room.
“Virgil! My dear friend! What brings you here?” He asked as casually as he could, mentally kicking himself for how unconvincing he sounded.
“Um… I was just checking in on you. You like… bolted out of the kitchen out of nowhere. Is everything okay?”
Roman was sure he was sweating at this point. He fidgeted with his shirt, answering nervously, “Yes! Yes, of course! I just… had an idea! I simply had to write it down right away before I forgot it. You know how forgetful I can be and when creativity strikes, I simply must act.”
While Virgil didn’t quite look convinced, he didn’t actively seem suspicious of Roman. Instead, he simply sighed and said “If you say so, dude. Just… let me know if you need to talk, okay? Bottling things up never does any good and I care about you. We all do”
Virgil’s voice had taken on a softer tone, one that melted Roman’s heart. His sincerity and concern was just so… Virgil, and Roman couldn’t help but think about how absolutely whipped he was for the man in front of him.
“Thank you, Virgil. Truly. You’ll be the first to know if something comes up.”
Virgil gave him an awkward smile in an attempt to mirror the genuine one Roman wore. With a small nod, he walked away, no doubt going to his room to decompress, and Roman closed his door with a sigh of relief.
“Roman~”
“Goddammit.”
Not-Virgil had moved from where Roman placed him, hidden behind his ornate bed, to lay on top of the covers, stretched out on his side, tracing circles onto the silk sheets with his finger. He batted his eyes and, for a second, Roman flushed at the perfect look-alike of the man he so desperately wanted before he got ahold of himself again.
“Nope, no. You are going back to the imagination where you belong and you can go back to Remus and tell him to fuck off. I don’t want any part in his stupid games. Creating you to torment me is a low blow and I won’t-”
“Remus didn’t make me.”
The doppelganger spoke up suddenly. It caught Roman off guard and caused him to stop in his tracks. His voice was quiet when he said, “What do you mean?”
“Remus didn’t make me. You did, Roman,” Not-Virgil continued, “You wanted me so badly so here I am. Consciously or not, you created me so we could be together, so I could please you. Let me please you, Roman.” His voice was barely a whisper now, hot and needy.
Roman swallowed heavily, mind muddled with conflicting emotions. Confusion at the whole situation, disgust and shame for himself, and still that simmering arousal settled deep inside him at the sight of Virgil in such sexy clothing practically begging for him, real or not.
Too caught up in his mind to notice, Not-Virgil had creeped up to him, snapping him out of his trance as the construct placed one hand on his chest, the other cradling his face. Their faces were inches apart and Roman was frozen in place, so desperately wanting to give in, but too filled with shame to do so.
“Please? I want you so bad, my prince. I’m all yours. I know you want it too so please just fuck me, I need it!” He cried softly, beginning to squirm as he desperately rolled his hips against Roman’s, whose own twitched in return. Roman was already half-hard and couldn’t deny how badly he wanted it as well. This Virgil was right; the imagination did have a habit of acting on both creativities’ subconscious and now that he really thought about it, Roman was almost surprised something like this hadn’t happened sooner.
Surely because it's not real, it would be fine, right? It would be no different from masterbating while thinking about Virgil which he already did often. Maybe if he was lucky, fucking his feelings out would reduce them to a much more manageable state! Roman tried to reason with himself all while his hands hovered just over “Virgil’s” hips and said emo mouthed at Roman’s neck, waiting for a response.
Roman pulled away with a frustrated groan and ran his fingers through his hair.
“Okay, fine. I’m horny, the imagination seems to think I need this, and maybe it’s right. This… it’s only weird if I make it weird, right… Virgil?” He asked mostly to himself, but he saw how a new hunger sparked in Virgil’s eyes before the scantily-clad man threw himself at the prince.
Their lips crashed together in an aggressive and needy kiss, moans escaping each of them. Virgil’s arms wrapped around Romans neck, hands reaching into his hair to tug and scratch at his scalp. The creative side growled into the kiss, biting his partner’s lip and grabbing him by the thighs, prompting him to jump and wrap his legs around Roman’s waist, so the prince could carry them to his bed.
Even as Virgil collapsed on the bed, their lips never separated, Roman falling with him. He let out noises that wouldn’t be out of place in an over-the-top porno and made Roman blush madly, thankful his room was soundproof.
However, Virgil wasn’t content in just making out and grinding against his partner. Soon his mouth traveled down the prince’s neck, biting harshly before pressing gentle kisses on the same spot as though in apology. Roman moaned and his nails scratched lightly down Virgil’s body. He could feel the other’s hands trail down his own body, grasping at the bottom of his shirt and tugging it upwards.
Roman took the hint and quickly pulled his shirt over his head, immediately moving to do the same for Virgil. The emo reached for Roman’s belt as soon as his hands were free, not waiting a moment longer to remove his lover’s pants.
Both sides were breathing heavily with some whimpers and groans dispersed throughout. Roman even let out a high pitched whine as he slowly pushed Virgil's purple skirt up and dragged the red lacy underwear down his thick thighs. He didn’t even bother removing the skirt, content to fuck Virgil in it.
The idea of Virgil wearing his color, sending the clear message that he belonged to Roman sent his mind reeling. Even as he mourned having to toss the lingerie to the side, Roman took solace in the fact that Virgil still had the deep red collar that he would give anything to see the real Virgil in.
He was soon drawn away from all thoughts of real and fake Virgils as the one in front of him flipped them unexpectedly, leaving Roman beneath his smirking partner. The cocky expression he wore was just so Virgil, Roman couldn’t help but sigh dreamily, completely enamored.
Virgil began to kiss down his chest, stopping at his nipples to take one into his mouth. The prince cried out at the sensation, arching his back in response. Virgil only snickered before continuing his path downward and slowly peeling his partner’s underwear off with lidded eyes and hot breath. Roman’s cock sprang from its confines, causing him to gasp quietly. He bit his lip and Virgil’s fingers caressed dick with feather-light touches that became firmer as if in awe of the man before him.
The dark side’s tongue flicked out, licking Roman’s tip as he stroked him. He slowly took Roman into his mouth, clearly intent on teasing if the sinful look in his eyes was anything to go by. Bit by bit, Virgil swallowed around him until the tip touched his throat with no hint of a gag reflex.
By now, the creative side had one hand on Virgil’s head and the other in a fist where he bit his knuckles in an attempt to keep quiet. The hand keeping Virgil where he was tightened, fingers curling around his hair in a slight tug. The simple gesture caused the dark side to moan loudly, eyes rolling back slightly, and the vibrations from his throat to go straight to Roman’s dick whose knuckles did nothing to hide the shout of pleasure that escaped him.
Virgil was really working to drive his partner crazy now. He bobbed his head, tongue running over the cock in his mouth in the best way possible. Occasionally, he would tease the head, running his tongue over the slit, or just barely grazing his teeth over the sensitive skin, making Roman’s toes curl. The sight of his crush like this was enough to get him off alone so needless to say, his grip on Virgil’s hair soon tightened as he gasped in warning of his imminent release.
But before he could cum down that gorgeous throat that hadn’t been marked nearly enough for Roman’s liking, Virgil pulled away. Where Roman had been strung tight as a wire before, as soon as the overwhelming sensations stopped, all the tension in his body released, still reeling from being right on the edge, but not given the final push he needed.
“You didn’t think this was gonna be over that quickly, did you?” Virgil teased, licking his lips with a heated expression, “I want you inside me, Roman, need to feel you. Don’t even need to prep, baby, I’m ready. Been waiting for this for so long.”
Roman nodded, not trusting his voice enough to speak. They both maneuvered so that Roman was back on top, his cock grinding against Virgil’s hole before lubing up and pressing in, all while nipping and kissing the pale neck before him. Roman groaned at the warm pressure enveloping his cock and squeezed his eyes shut, relishing in the pleasure and the breathy moans coming from his partner.
Virgil’s hands scrambled to claw at Roman’s back, desperate to get as close as possible. Roman set a quick pace, unsure of how long he would be able to last and determined to bring his partner with him. His hands found Virgil's hips and his mouth found his lips in a dirty kiss. They panted into each other’s mouths, unable to keep their noises to themselves, but refusing to part until their lungs ached.
When he pulled away, Roman took a moment to admire the sight in front of him. Virgil’s flushed skin was gorgeous and the way he bit his lip made Roman want to bite it himself. His head was tipped back as angelic pleas and moans poured from his mouth in a symphony that intermingled with Roman’s own sounds. The skirt that still remained pushed up around Virgil’s waist bounced with the force of the prince’s thrusts, the movement of the delicate fabric a wonderful sensation against each of their bodies. Roman’s eyes flickered up to the red choker wrapped tightly around the pale neck, now mottled with bruises.
That little splash of red on his partner, signifying ownership, made Roman growl and double his efforts. Virgil was his, even if it was just for these fleeting few moments. That thought alone had a new rush of arousal coursing through his veins and he knew he wouldn’t last much longer.
Moving one of his hands from where he gripped Virgil’s hip, Roman began stroking his lover’s dick in time with his thrusts to bring him closer to the edge. He bit down hard on Virgil’s neck, leaving behind teeth marks and turning the skin there a gorgeous shade of red as the bruises began to set in. Virgil's cries grew louder and his hips bucked to meet Roman’s.
Roman couldn’t hold back any longer and came inside Virgil with a long groan, grinding his cock deeper as he rode out his orgasm. Virgil’s eyes fluttered shut when he felt Roman fuck him through his orgasm and warm cum spill inside him. His ass tightened around Roman’s cock, causing the prince to let out a choked whine.
Even as he reached his peak, Roman never once let his partner feel neglected, still stroking his cock until it became too much to bear and Virgil came too. His orgasm was unbelievably physical, hips thrusting wildly and hands grabbing at Roman wherever they could. His toes curled and eyes squeezed shut as his whole body tensed, cum squirting from his cock onto his and Roman’s stomachs.
Roman finally pulled out when Virgil finished and his body fell pliant once more. The creative side collapsed onto the bed next to his partner who seemed to already be on the verge of sleep. He waved his hand, using mindscape magic to will away the mess they had created, and wrapped his arms around Virgil who, in turn, snuggled closer and Roman swore he let out a purr.
Closing his eyes, the prince let his breathing even out, letting himself relax with Virgil’s head on his chest. Warm and content, they fell asleep in a matter of seconds.
***
When Roman woke up, the first thing he noticed was that his bed was empty. Pushing aside his disappointment, he got up and realized he had slept through the whole night and was now likely late for breakfast. Distantly, he hoped that his thoughts and feelings surrounding Virgil would be less of a nuisance now that he had… expressed some of them.
Unfortunately, he had no such luck. As soon as he heard three hard knocks at his door and deep grumbling voice still drenched in sleep, Roman knew he was more screwed than ever.
“Hey, Princey, you comin’ to breakfast or what? Pat’s makin’ pancakes so get your royal ass down to the kitchen already,” Virgil mumbled.
Roman had no idea how he was going to face Virgil after yesterday. He could only act like nothing happened and pray he never sees Not Virgil again… even if deep down he really, really wanted to experience it again. Just, preferably, with the real thing next time.
I went to a ren faire this past weekend and I got a pocket watch cause it was pretty and pocket watches are neat but then as soon as a got home I looked at it and I was like… kinky
For the prompt: Send me a number and a ship and I'll correspond it to the playlist I have for them.
Ship: Prinxiety
Number: 62 // Weak - AJR
Word Count: 5790
Warnings: The fic opens with Virgil incredibly drunk and having been abandoned by his friends, and then he chooses to go home with strangers, this is obviously not advisable in the real world, and if this is a source of anxiety for you, please do not read. And also take care of your mates when you drink.
Plot: After a night out gone wrong, Virgil gets taken in by an odd couple of flatmates who seem to make it their mission to help him feel better, but after a conversation with one of them, he finds himself confronted with a challenge: 10 hours, in this man's company, to prove that he's an annoyance.
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Virgil's head is spinning as he leans his head against the wall, the lights flashing, music pounding, he can feel the bass through his ribcage, devouring his heartbeat. His eyelids feel heavy as he pulls them open and squints through the drunken haze at the bodies that move around him. Every now and then he tunes in to the sensation of someone brushing past him, ignorant to how the room spins around in his head.
He's fairly certain he's lost the people he came with after he'd uttered many times he didn't want to drink, and they'd poured so many different kinds of alcohol down his throat. Virgil feels sick, and distantly he's aware of both his stomach lurching and his hands shaking. "Christ, dude, are you alright?" He jerks, looking up into a pair of dark brown eyes, and a worried frown. And that's when Virgil faints.
When he next opens his eyes he's outside, two sets of eyes peering at him in distinct worry. "...I don't know, he looked like he was about to keel over and then he actually did..."
"...His pulse is a little elevated," the fingers that had been pressed to his wrists pull away "Hello, can you hear me?" Virgil nods, swallowing in his dehydrated throat "...here's some water, can you try and drink that for us?" Another nod, a plastic cup is lifted to his lips and he drinks a little too fast, coughing up water onto the street. "Who on earth just...left him like this?" The latter person, who has very bright blue eyes, sounds angry, and instinctively Virgil flinches a little. "Did you come here with someone?" He nods "...do you know where they are?" A shake of the head, and a frown. No, he'd been well and truly abandoned, he doesn't even know if they're still at the club.
"We could take him back to ours, I'll sleep on the couch," Virgil looks back at the dark brown eyes "...he doesn't exactly look like he has health insurance Lo, no offence dude." He just shrugs, he doesn't have a job, and he doesn't really have much by the way of money in general.
"Would you be okay with that?" the man with the blue eyes asks, looking worried "...do you know how to get home from here?" Virgil isn't entirely sure he knows where 'here' is, so he just shakes his head again.
"I'll...I...if it's okay..." he sighs, closing his eyes again, then his stomach lurches and he turns to throw up on the pavement.
"Well, the good news is, he won't be drunk for much longer if he keeps doing that."
"Roman, usually that's a sign you take someone to the hospital!"
"I'm still alive aren't I? Come on, help me help him up." Virgil leans into the strangers as they help him to his feet, arms wrapping around his waist. The bad news is he stops about three times to throw up his guts, the good news is if anything the strangers seem amused and not grossed out. At some point, he feels a little steadier on his feet. "How much did you even drink?" He shrugs.
"They just kept handing me things and at some point, I stopped saying no," he utters tiredly "then I went to the toilet and when I got back I couldn't find them, then the alcohol really started to hit."
"Well lucky for you, you're with a certified professional drunk," the brown-eyed man, Roman, if Virgil recalls correctly, laughs "...I'll make you a cup of coffee, and hopefully you'll get off with a terrible hangover."
"His certification in alcoholism has only made it this far because he lives with a nurse," the other man mutters dryly "...I don't know how many times I have to tell him, drinking more alcohol doesn't get rid of the hangover, it just postpones it."
"Yeah yeah." Virgil snorts quietly, biting back a small smile at the two.
"So how long have you two been...living together?" He asks, just about able to support himself as Roman unlocks the front door.
"Three years, give or take, we met in university, and then I couldn't get rid of him," there's a fondness to the nurse's tone that makes Virgil smile slightly. That's soon rectified however as he finds himself gripping the door frame.
"Like a tumour," Roman supplies helpfully, but there's a smile on his face that tells Virgil that's an inside joke he doesn't quite get.
"You two are very cute together," Virgil mutters, leaning his head against the door and taking a deep breath in.
"Oh no...we're not..." Roman gestures slightly, before wrapping his arm around Virgil's waist to help him into the living room, sitting him on the couch. "...we're not dating, that ship sailed a long time ago." He grins, cheekily, moving to boil a pot of coffee whilst the other man hands Virgil the wastepaper bin, should he desire to throw up again. "No, I'm very happily single and Logan's very happily collecting boyfriends left, right and centre," he points to his friend as the nurse begins pulling cups out of the cupboard "three boyfriends, three, and one of them is my brother."
"That's a lot of boyfriends," Virgil whispers "...I can't even get one."
"Is it because of your predisposition to not knowing your own limits with alcohol?" Logan asks, a tinge of amusement in his voice that makes Virgil's cheeks flush "...because I can see why that would be an issue with potential suitors."
"I don't even like drinking, I don't drink, it makes my head feel fuzzy, and I don't like it, but I'm not very good at saying no either."
"I can see that," Roman mutters, taking a cup out of Logan's hand. Virgil hugs the wastepaper bin with incessant firmness, taking comfort in the fact he can throw up at any given moment and it won't ruin their carpet. Also because he really needs a hug and this is the closest he's getting. "One cup of coffee, for the anxious drunk on the couch," he smiles, looking genuinely worried and yet perfectly okay with having a complete stranger on his couch. "You can sleep here, or I can sleep here, you look like you've not had an easy night at all, dude."
"And you need better friends," Logan adds, placing another two cups of coffee on the coffee table. "...Who on earth invites their friend out and then abandons them?"
"Assholes, that's who," Roman adds. Virgil smiles shyly, feeling just a little bit validated in his own sadness for a moment. Usually, people just tell him to suck it up. "So, where do you want to sleep?"
"I can sleep on the couch, really, you've both done enough for me tonight," he places down the bin to hold the coffee in both hands, inhaling the scent as the realisation he's quite cold settles in. He hugs it close to his chest.
"Do you need any help?" Logan asks Roman, the other man shakes his head.
"You go off to bed, I don't want you complaining to me about how you only got 'three hours of optimal sleep' in the morning." Logan quirks a small smile, accepting a kiss to his cheek before he gives Virgil a small wave, disappearing off to his room. "Do you need something more comfortable to sleep in?"
"Are you this nice to every drunk you pick up off the street?" Virgil asks. Roman shrugs, giving a small smile.
"Usually I'm picking men up under very different circumstances," he grins "...but yes, generally when someone needs help, I like to make sure they're not upset, or in pain, because I think the world would be a much better place if we looked after each other." Virgil's cheeks flush a little at the sincerity, the tips of his ears tinted red, but not from the cold. "I'll get you some jammies, and blankets." He stands up and slips away, leaving Virgil vaguely aware of how fast his heart is beating. Somehow, he thinks drinking the coffee in his hand will help.
Roman returns a moment later, handing Virgil the pyjamas. The other man sets the cup down on the table, standing up as Roman lays down two blankets on the couch. Virgil slips off his hoodie, facing the wall as he tugs his shirt over his head. For a second, he can feel Roman's eyes on him, and the blush returns. But with a little bit of liquid confidence, he changes and ducks behind his hair to hide the blush, placing the clothes down on a chair. "Do you make a habit of changing in front of every strange man that takes you to his house?"
"Usually I'm at strange men's houses for very different reasons," Virgil counters, a small smile on his lips. "Thank you, I don't know what would've happened if you hadn't..." he falls silent for a moment "...thank you."
"Wanna know something?" Roman asks, sitting down on the couch, Virgil sits beside him. "...When I was like...uh...twenty, I think, my second year of university, I got really, really drunk and the guy that took me out just kept getting me drunker."
Virgil listens intently, a small frown on his lips. "...I was young, I didn't really think about stuff like that, you know, I couldn't imagine a situation where I wouldn't say yes to a guy at that age, but soon I was just sad and scared, and dizzy...and I stumbled outside, feeling shit, thought I was going to collapse, and then I met Logan." He gives a small smile "...and he fretted seven ways to hell, wanting to know who I came with, what my name was, and that's pretty much all I remember, woke up in his flat with him and his boyfriend peering over me like they were scared I was going to die on them."
Roman shrugs "...I don't know what would've happened if Logan hadn't found me, afterwards I moved out of my flat 'cause the guy lived there, and Logan needed an extra pair of hands with the rent...his boyfriend lived with his other boyfriend, so...and he hasn't managed to get rid of me since." He gives a small smile "...this is not the first time either of us has dragged someone off the streets, basically, and I know it's stupid to just invite strangers into your house but...all I can remember is how terrified I felt, and how I wouldn't want to risk putting other people through that."
"That's...a lot," Virgil mutters "...I don't think they were trying to hurt me, I just think they found it funny." He shrugs "...but it did hurt, and I was scared, but now I'm sobering up a little, so there's that."
"Logan's right, you need better friends."
"I really do."
"Well...good night, try and get some rest, and luckily for you, we have a new packet of toothbrushes, so you get a free toothbrush too!"
"Thanks." Roman gives a nod of his head, before he jumps off the couch, running his hand through his hair. Virgil takes this moment to realise through the stilling haze of drunkenness, that Roman is rather pretty. But he doesn't say anything just takes one last sip of his coffee and slips under the covers, and soon he falls asleep too.
--
He wakes up to the quiet chatter of Roman and Logan making breakfast, and as he peeks his head up with a pounding in his head, he finds relief in the fact he still remembers most of the previous night. "Sorry for throwing up everywhere," he utters, the first thing that comes to mind as his cheeks flush with slight embarrassment.
"At this point, I'm rather used to it," Logan gestures to Roman as he speaks, a little bit of mischief in his smile. "Now, I have to get to work, so I'll leave you in Roman's mostly-capable hands, now, if you feel nauseous or dizzy, we have some tablets to stabilise that, and there's some paracetamol for the migraines, and..."
"Logan, he'll be fine, stop panicking, get your cute butt to work so you can worry about your actual patients." Roman ruffles his friend's hair, pressing a kiss to his cheek "...shoo, go on." Logan rolls his eyes, grabbing his bag off the counter.
"It was nice to meet you, Virgil."
"You too...wait how did you...?"
"He peaked at your ID to make sure he had your name and card if the paramedics need it because he's a worry-wart."
"I'm simply better prepared," Logan calls back as the front door opens "...fail to be prepared..."
"Out!" Roman calls, they both hear Logan's laugh as the door closes again. "Sorry, his bedside manner is absolutely abysmal, the number of times I've had to explain to him that over-preparation actually tends to make people more anxious, and the number of times he's actually listened aren't even in a Venn diagram, they're two separate circles."
"He seems..." Virgil hesitates a moment "...sweet," he settles on.
"He is not," Roman laughs softly "...Logan is a man of many talents, sweetness is not even close to being one of them, anyway would you like some breakfast?"
"I'd really like to brush my teeth," Virgil tries to smile, but the words come out in more of a grimace.
"Ah, of course, this way," Roman leads him through the hallway, stepping through his bedroom, which has one too many shades of red and gold, through to an ensuite bathroom. "You would think having the bathroom would be great, but mostly it's getting woken up at six in the morning because my flatmate needs to get ready for work, or worse, one am because he's been called in on an emergency."
"He's definitely got a challenging profession," Virgil tries to sort out his hair a little as Roman rummages around in the drawers. He hands him a toothbrush after a moment, before leaning against the wall.
"Yeah, Logan eats challenging for breakfast, it's a wonder he has the time to hold down three boyfriends, both literally and metaphorically." Virgil flushes at the innuendo, running the toothbrush under the water and reaching for the toothpaste. "I have the time, but, I think I'd have a harder time than Logan has had to find someone who'll deal with my bullshit, I can barely stay tied down to a simple task, let alone a boyfriend."
"I'm sure you'll find someone or multiple people..." Virgil starts brushing his teeth, thinking for a moment. "I mean if Logan can find three boyfriends, then so can you, if you want three boyfriends, you seem...you seem really sweet Roman, not many people would do what you did for me last night." He glances away, resuming scrubbing the previous night from his mouth.
Roman remains silent for a moment, waiting for Virgil to spit out the toothpaste and wash his mouth before he goes to speak again. "What about you?" He asks. The other man blanches for a moment, confusion on his face "...I mean, what does your dating life look like?"
"Non-existent, never had a long term boyfriend, never fallen in love, recently haven't even seen the same guy twice." He rinses off the toothbrush, resting it on the side as he looks up at Roman. "I'm not very good with relationships...I'm an anxious person and I tend to be more than other people can handle."
"Do you know that?"
"I'm hard for me to handle, I assume other people would find it hard, too."
"You'd be surprised," there's a moment's pause "...I mean, from personal experience only, it's hard to live with yourself because it's the inside of your head, and you've always had you, you can't escape yourself, it's your pain, your anxiety, so of course, for you it feels hard to deal with, but often, it's actually a lot easier for other people to handle."
"Personal experience?"
"I'm an actor, anxiety is half of the job, and sometimes I get in this weird way, and Logan has to drag me by my ear to work." The mental image makes Virgil laugh shortly, he brings his hand up to cover it, looking a little sheepish. "It's as funny as it sounds, don't worry." He smiles down at Virgil, before looking down at the floor "...if you want a relationship, the only thing that really stops you is yourself, you're not even remotely unattractive, and I've known you less than..." he glances at his watch "...ten hours, but I think you're a delight."
"Try another ten hours and we'll see," Virgil replies, joking, mostly.
"Okay," Roman replies, seriously.
"What?"
"Okay." He shrugs, grinning "Do you have anywhere to be today?" Virgil shakes his head, a flush rising up his cheeks.
"Then, ten hours, you and me, let's go."
"Seriously?"
"Deadly."
Virgil grins, half sure this is a terrible decision, but Roman holds out his hand, and he takes it, without a moment of hesitation.
--
After breakfast the two sit with the blankets that Virgil had been burrowed under watching Netflix, Roman asks Virgil about his life, and he gives his usual biography. His name is Virgil McCarthy, he's 21 years old, studying sociology at the local college, he's an only child with a strained-at-best relationship with his parents, and he is utterly uninteresting. But Roman asks more questions, his favourite colour, his favourite song, what time of day does he feel most at peace and whether he'd enjoyed his last kiss.
It doesn't take long for Virgil to realise that despite his complex relationship with love and partners, Roman is a romantic. So he spills all the little things to him and then asks the same questions in turn. Roman is twenty-three and loves the sunset with his whole heart, he desperately wants to fall in love and he dreams of a Disney-esque relationship that makes him feel utterly whole and complete. Yet he knows that this sort of love doesn't exist in real life. Virgil doesn't disagree, instead with a shrug, he explains he'd rather have real love than a concept sold by a corporation.
They watch one film, and Virgil complains about all its failures, and then another, and Roman joins the train on commenting on movie mistakes. They're about four hours into their ten when Virgil offers to make lunch, which consists of soup considering the large fried breakfast they'd had that morning. He's hungry, but not wanting to test the boundaries of his stomach, neither is Roman really.
But the two seem to gravitate towards each other, becoming comfortable in conversation until they're talking like they'd known each other for years. Empty bowls and coffee cups on the table, Virgil crosses his legs, body facing Roman with his head leaned against the back of the couch. He talks about his life, his anxiety diagnosis and why at the time it had felt like the end of the world "...I'm used to it now, though, I've gotten better at handling even though some days it feels like I'm back at square one."
"I get that," Roman hums quietly "...I got diagnosed with depression whilst I was in high school and nobody could really figure out what was wrong until one day I came home and just blurted out I was gay...the depression didn't really go, after that, but I had my family, you know? And that helped, having people who would help me out, 'cause at the time I just felt like the entire world was against me."
"Catholic school?"
"Oh boy, it was hell, literally," Roman sips his third cup of coffee with a grin "...what about you?"
"Honestly, fairly normal upbringing, secular, my dad is Catholic, my mum is agnostic at best...they just didn't know what to do with me, you know?" He sighs, leaning up with a shrug. "First it was the panic attacks, then coming out as gay, it's just like they gave up trying to 'fix' me, I didn't need fixing I just needed my parents." He sighs, picking at the strands of the blanket.
"Do you have anyone...at all, Virgil?"
Virgil frowns, chewing the inside of his cheek, Roman's gaze softens a little. "I have a therapist now," he finally replies "...I see her once a week and she's great, but...well, my friends aren't exactly anything to write home about, and I certainly couldn't imagine talking to them about my problems, but I still wouldn't say I'm alone you know? I don't hate my parents and they don't hate me, and I've places I can go if I really needed it."
Roman nods. "Well, you got me now, we're..." he glances at his watch "...five hours in now, another five hours to go and you might be stuck with me for life."
"Like a tumour?" Virgil snorts.
"Exactly, just ask Logan, I'm parasitic!"
"You're not," Virgil whispers "...I think you might be the nicest person I've ever met." He dares to meet Roman's eyes, cheeks flushing a soft red as he does so. Roman grins, but there's a hint of shyness to the look that makes Virgil feel utterly breathless for a long second.
"This couch is getting a bit uncomfortable," he mutters after a moment, glancing over at the TV which has been stuck on the Netflix home screen for a while now. "...I have a TV in my room, and it's warmer in there, not so much space for air to bounce around, or whatever it is Logan says." Virgil's cheeks heat even further. "...I'm not propositioning you...not yet anyway," he winks, and the other man bites his lip, before nodding.
They choose another film, tucked under the blankets of Roman's bed, a large double bed that is infinitely more comfortable than the couch.
Virgil, feeling a little shy but desperately wanting to just be impulsive, shuffles a little closer, their arms brush and Roman looks over at him, before he lifts his arm and wraps it around Virgil's shoulder. The darker-haired man flushes, taking a shaky breath in before he shuffles down a little bit and rests his head against Roman's collarbone. He can hear his heartbeat, and his breath, and the roaring of blood in his own ears under the sound of the TV.
He is not a man easily made at ease, but he realises with a start that since he's met him, only the night before, Roman has done nothing but made him feel comfortable. He doesn't remotely know what to do for a second as that realisation settles. It's no Disney romance, but it sure is nice. He listens to this man's heartbeat, a near stranger, and wonders just how lonely he's been to latch on so fast and intensely.
Then Virgil tilts his face up to look up at Roman, fidgeting slightly because there is something he so desperately wants to do.
There's a second where he makes a small noise at the back of his throat, eyes widening as he realises it slipped past the boundaries of his mind, and cheeks flushing once it registers that he had just whined at Roman. But the other man only smiles, reaching his hand up to play with Virgil's hair, and that seems to soothe him, eyes fluttering closed.
And they don't speak. Virgil's body sinks against Roman's as the desperate need for touch is satiated in such a sweet, relaxed movement. He breaths shallowly, his heart rate slowing and the migraine he'd been sure he was afflicted with becoming a low thrum in the back of his consciousness. Neither of them knows how long they stay this way, maybe ten minutes, maybe half an hour, maybe a whole hour. But it's so comfortable that neither of them knows things like time.
Then Roman shifts a little, tugging slightly at Virgil's hair, the movement prying his eyes open. He tilts his head back to look up at Roman, going to do something, maybe speak, maybe just stare. Instead, he finds his lips occupied in a kiss, and his eyes flutter shut again as he tenses, then sighs and relaxes, leaning into the meeting of their lips.
Virgil grips the front of Roman's shirt, slipping back a little to tug the other man closer without having to hold himself up, eventually just ending up pulling him on top of his own body. The blankets tangle a little, no longer much covering their bodies, but they're both too preoccupied to notice. Then Roman leans up, hands framing Virgil's head against the pillows. "We still have another..." he glances at his watch "...three and a half hours." He lowers his hand back down, then he leans in to capture Virgil's lips slowly, sucking the bottom lip between his own to savour the same sweet sound he'd heard before. "Are you sure you want to start this now?"
There's an edge to his tone that has Virgil melting into the covers beneath him, whimpering slightly. "Yes," he whispers, "...on one condition," he managed a second before Roman goes to kiss him again.
"Yeah?"
"It's not the only three hours I get," the corner of Roman's lips quirk to a smirk.
"Oh, it won't be sweetheart." Virgil exhales a shaky sigh, and then his breath hitches once more under the sensation of lips pressing tantalisingly slow to his jaw, tongue working against his skin beneath suction and teeth. He shivers, hands gripping Roman's shirt as his thighs spread just a little.
Three hours is plenty of time to take someone apart. Virgil usually gets that job done in half an hour, but it takes ten minutes for Roman to rock their hips together, and even then he does this slowly. He puts the pressure over speed, grinding against him enough to perk Virgil's arousal the same way a pot boils. Slowly, infuriatingly, but unlike watching water boil in a pan every second is blissful and rewarding. Virgil grinds up against him, already losing his ability to speak.
Then Roman's hand slips up his shirt, pushing it up with the trail it makes to his nipple, pinching, rolling the bud, stimulating him, teasing him. He wonders if the other man actually intends to take three hours to let him cum and finds the idea makes him want to cry in both frustration and joy. He does neither, he just makes pitiful little noises at the back of his throat as his cock hardens in the confines of his sweats.
"Christ, you're cute," Roman mutters, pushing the hem of Virgil's shirt up so he can replace his hand with tongue and teeth and pressure. The man beneath him jerks, whimpering for some semblance of mercy and finding none. "Just look at you," he manages against his skin, a growl to his tongue "...the idea of nobody scooping you up is abysmal." He runs his tongue over his nipple in one last long lick, before his hand replaces the movement, and his mouth busies himself with the other one. "How long..." he nips at the hard bud, dragging it between his teeth "...has it been..." he sucks, releasing with a soft 'pop' "...since somebody touched you, for you to be so hard?"
"Few months give or take," Virgil replies, his words carry an undertone of breathlessness and desire.
"A crime," Roman replies simply, one hand slipping down to Virgil's hip as he begins a pathway of love bites to his ribs. "Someone as pretty as you deserves to be touched, don't you think?" The hand on Virgil's hips travels to the inside of his thigh, causing the muscles to tense at the touch. "If I'd have known you'd look this pretty I wouldn't have been able to sleep last night, a pretty stranger in my apartment...anything could happen."
Virgil, recalling how little he'd have been able to do last night, and registering this is what dirty talk sounds like, decides the best course of action is to moan timidly. "I can't drag this out much longer when you look and sound so good," Roman sighs in mock distress, his words pressed to Virgil's stomach. His tongue darts out and runs against his belly button before he nips at the skin. "And you're aching, poor thing."
Virgil shivers, not used to a vocal partner, let alone one who is lightly teasing. A quiet whine reaches the back of his throat, but he waits patiently for Roman's hands to slide along his body (feeling as much of him as he can) to his waistband before he begins to slide them down.
Virgil's leaking cock lands against his stomach, flushed even from these timid movements. Roman eyes him hungrily, his hand wrapping around the base, shortly followed by his mouth, taking him down his throat and bobbing his head enthusiastically. His companion moans, high-pitched and scratchily, hand coming up to run through Roman's hair.
He twitches beneath the administrations, his hips barely thrusting into the warmth of Roman's mouth without forcefulness, more a shifting, encouraging motion. Virgil's eyes fall shut once more, fingers pressing into his scalp, twirling the strands of hair around his fingers.
He stops teasing Virgil entirely, his hand wrapping firmly around the base as he jerks hims in quick movements timed to the bob of his head. At intervals, he takes a deep breath in, before returning to the movements. Beneath Roman, Virgil gasps and moans, sweat pricking at his skin and sticking to his back as his focus becomes the need for a climax. It's frustrating, every now and then he can see the edge and it slips away, pulling a loud whimper from his lips.
Roman leans his head up, letting his hand take over as he tugs his body up to lean over Virgil's, their lips meeting in a hard and messy way. A stammered moan passes the smaller man's lips, his hips shifting up into Roman's increasing pace. A flush of blood pours through his body as his mind seems to concentrate on the gasp of air between their lips and the impending crash that lasts forever.
Finally, Virgil's body tenses with a last-second of anticipation and a sound rips from his throat that he couldn't have controlled if he tried, relief in every gasped moan that pulls from his body. Cum lands against his stomach and distantly he's glad Roman had pushed the shirt up as it inevitably saves it from the crossfire.
Roman's hand releases him after a moment, though he doesn't want it to end, he also can't handle the oversensitivity.
Roman kisses him gently, their lips joining slowly and then parting to breath, meeting again, parting for Roman to press a lingering close-mouthed kiss to the corner of his mouth. "How was that?"
"Wonderful," Virgil mutters, his hand playing carefully with Roman's hair, twirling the strands around his fingers. "I need to clean up a little though." The other man grins with a small chuckle, moving off of him.
"Be my guest." He nods in response, sliding off the bed, holding up the shirt with one hand and sliding his underwear and sweats back up with the other. Virgil disappears into the bathroom to clean cum off of his stomach with some tissue, wincing a little at the sensation.
When he returns, however, he finds the image of Roman, one hand propped beneath his head as his face glows in the light of the TV, and his other hand strokes his own cock. Virgil makes a noise that catches the back of his throat, hurrying to crawl onto the bed. He settles between the other's legs, peering up at Roman with a look of questioning on his face.
Roman's hand comes down to card through Virgil's hair, guiding his cock to his mouth, easing him down. He takes more control than Virgil had, sighing quietly with pleasure as he eases the other man along to take more of him in. "There you go," he murmurs soothingly, and Virgil finds his voice so soothing and warming in so many ways.
He lets Roman set the pace because he can take any degree of roughness and softness provided it doesn't physically scar him. He happily takes what he's given, letting Roman shift his hips in and out of his mouth for a while. The sensation is oddly soothing, if he's honest, and makes his entire mind feel quiet.
Then, he leans up to suck at the head, and Roman begins to stroke himself from the base into Virgil's mouth. The movements are quick, pulling little grunts and gasps from Roman, until he's exhaling a shaky moan, his thighs tensing as his hips jerk.
Virgil sucks him through his orgasm, unflinching as cum hits the back of his throat lands against his tongue, his eyes peering up to watch this already pretty man be even prettier at that moment. He swallows, giving one last teasing suck before he pulls his head up with a small smile, wiping off his mouth on the back of his hand. "Good?" he asks quietly, shyness in his tone right down to his body language.
"Good," Roman agrees, sitting up to kiss Virgil sweetly. "...you're cute Virgil."
"You're cute too," he replies, blushing. "...are we going to watch this film?" A nod of agreement, Roman tucks himself back into his sweats and pulls Virgil beside him, wrapping his arm around his shoulders. Virgil rests his head on his chest, hand splayed palm-first over his heart as he feels the steady thud that tells anyone 'I'm alive.'
--
Hours come and pass, they talk, giggle, and Logan comes home to find them both tangled in the bedsheets talking quietly. Their ten hours up, he leans against the doorframe and resigns not to ask, though he is always glad to see Roman smiling.
"So what now?" Virgil asks.
"Well, we spent ten hours together..." Roman sighs, his fingertips twirling the strands of Virgil's hair around soothingly "...and I think you're very bearable, so if you're not opposed I'd love to see you for a few more hours, at the very least, and everything else can just come when it comes." Virgil smiles and nods. "Now...can I interest you in some dinner?"
"You absolutely can," Virgil replies, wondering when his headache had subsided completely and he'd started feeling so content. But he'd made ten whole hours with another person. And in that time he had barely stressed or fretted, so he'd very much like to see where this goes.
I’m not dead!! This fic should not have taken as long as it did for how short it is but oh well I’m a busy little college student. Here’s the second live potion fic this time featuring logicality. enjoy!
Trigger warning: Like the last one, this fic features a love/horny potion so there’s dubious consent in this
After a long day in the mindscape, Logan liked to wind down with a relaxing cup of chamomile tea. Unfortunately, as with most days, Roman ruined his peace of mind. While the creative side wasn’t there annoying him physically, he had left an unlabelled jar containing a bright pink liquid right in the way of the kettle. Logan sighed. Not only was he cluttering the kitchen with some nonsense undoubtedly from the imagination, but it was in the way of his end-of-day tea. Sure, it was petty, but he had had a long day and needed that tea before he snapped someone’s neck.
As he grabbed the jar by its lid, attempting to move it to Roman’s seat at the table so he would remember to take it back to his room, the lid immediately came loose, causing the jar to shatter on the floor, coating Logan in the strange liquid.
He let out a series of colorful swears as Virgil, who had been watching The Office on the couch, sprinted into the room. Logan barely spared him a glance, instead looking at his now stained clothes and still cursing Roman.
“Logan! What the hell happened? Are you okay?” Virgil asked, scrambling to guide him away from the danger of the glass shards.
“Your irresponsible, infuriating boyfriend happened,” Logan grumbled, “Roman left a jar on the counter and when I went to move it to make some tea, the lid came loose because apparently your dope of a boyfriend can’t screw lids on properly. Whatever was in the jar spilled all over me and the jar itself shattered.”
Virgil hummed as he carefully cleaned up the shards and Logan stood to grab paper towels to dry the puddles on his shirt and pants. Sitting at the table, he dabbed at the stains before he noticed Virgil’s breath begin to quicken as he mumbled worriedly about the unknown liquid that had now come in contact with both of their skin.
Sensing the oncoming panic attack, Logan put a comforting hand on his shoulder and reassured him. “Virgil, breathe,” he instructed. “Roman may be a moron, but I highly doubt he would leave out something potentially dangerous. That being said, I advise we both wash ourselves well to ensure whatever this substance was is no longer on our skin. It would also be wise for us to look for any out of the ordinary symptoms just to be safe, and if you happen to run into Roman, please inquire about this peculiar liquid.” Logan stood from where he was seated and walked toward the kitchen’s exit, intending to rid himself of the leftover, now sticky remnants of the spilled liquid, before stopping in the doorway.
“Oh, and if you do see him? Hit him over the head for me.”
***
By the time Logan arrived at his room, his vision had gotten slightly blurry. He cleaned his glasses and rubbed his eyes, but the cloudiness did not go away. In fact, it seemed to spread to his brain which was slowly beginning to feel like it was being stuffed with cotton. In the back of his mind, he pondered if this was an effect of the jar Roman had left out and briefly thought about telling Virgil, but those thoughts were quickly banished from his mind as retaining any coherent thought became much harder. The only thing he could process was how tingly and warm his skin felt and how desperately he needed to be touched.
Eyebrows furrowed at the development, he left his room, not remembering why he went there in the first place, especially when he could be spending time with his boyfriend instead. Without a second thought, or really any thought at all, Logan made his way to Patton’s room.
He didn’t even knock before opening the door to see his gorgeous boyfriend already undressing. His pants were still on but he was shirtless, his chubby stomach on display making Logan feel even hotter. The sound of his door opening caught Patton off guard and he turned around to face the noise.
“Oh! Logan! I wasn’t expecting to see you here so soon; I thought you were getting your nightly tea first. I didn’t even get the chance to put on the pretty new lingerie I got,” he smiled brightly.
“Couldn’t wait. Needed you now,” Logan growled. In all honesty, he forgot he and Patton had even planned to spend the night together as he had been so focused on getting to Patton as quickly as he could, unable to stand the heat scorching his skin.
Logan quickly made his way across the room to his boyfriend and didn’t hesitate before kissing him hard in a way that caught Patton off guard before melting and moaning into the kiss. It was messy and mostly tongue, but Logan couldn’t think of anything other than pleasuring his love and Patton had already been half hard in anticipation for his and Logan’s night together.
Through their kissing, they tactlessly rid each other of their clothes, craving the contact of bare skin. Logan sucked a hickey onto Patton’s neck, rubbing his thumbs over the side’s nipples. Logan’s skin was burning and he was panting like a dog in summer.
Patton let out a surprised shriek when he felt Logan’s very hard cock grind against him. With a hand on his chest, Patton pushed him away to breath before looking in his eyes and whispering, “Let’s take this to the bed, hm?”
Logan couldn’t agree more and pushed him towards the bed as they continued to make out until Patton’s legs hit the edge of the bed and he fell onto the mattress. Logan wasted no time getting on his knees at the edge of the bed, throwing Patton’s legs over his shoulders and eating him out aggressively.
Patton cried out at the sensation, dick throbbing despite the lack of attention, and he squirmed on the sheets. Logan only tore his mouth away to demand lube and as soon as Patton obtained it from his bedside drawer and tossed it to Logan, he was back to eating him out like a starving man. The sight of his lover spread out beneath him only fueled the fire burning in his gut and he had developed tunnel vision, only able to focus on pleasure.
Patton’s brain was already too scrambled to notice Logan uncapping the lube and spreading some on his fingers. He did, however, notice when Logan’s mouth moved from his hole to his cock as the man licked and sucked the tip in a teasing way that had Patton thrusting up for more. In response, Logan firmly planted one hand on his hips before circling his asshole with his lubed up fingers.
Logan could no longer form a coherent thought. He thrusted against the bed as he fingered and sucked off his partner, unable to stop himself. Lust consumed him and he desperately wanted to sink inside Patton’s tight, perky ass. Just the thought of that taunting ass sent a jolt of arousal right to his own cock, causing him to moan around the one in his mouth.
Patton shoved his fist into his mouth, embarrassed at how loud he was being, but unable to lower his voice. Logan was always skilled with his hands and even with his mind clouded with pure lust, he was able to find all the right places that made Patton scream. His fingers brushed against his prostate before ruthlessly rubbing against it. Patton could feel himself get close, eyes rolling back and mouth dropping open.
Unfortunately, Logan could also tell when Patton was about to come. He quickly pulled his mouth off Patton’s dick and removed his fingers from his hole, leaving Patton whining, desperate, and achingly empty.
Luckily, Patton was not left unsatisfied for long as his boyfriend moved back up to kiss him, wasting no time pushing his tongue into the other’s mouth. Logan held his dick in one hand, using the other to keep balance, and lined it up with Patton’s hole before sliding in with ease. Both sides groaned at the feeling, Logan’s eyes even fluttering shut as the burning heat within him finally began to be sated.
It didn’t take long for Logan to start moving inside his boyfriend, utterly blissed out at the feeling and desperate for more. He nipped at Patton’s neck and gripped his thick thighs tightly, determined to mark him up with pretty bruises on his freckled skin. In return, Patton cried out, arms wrapped around Logan with a hand gripping his hair tightly as back arched into pleasure Logan so graciously provided.
Logan fucked Patton like his life depended on it, driven mad by the lust consuming his body and the relief that came with finally scratching the itch caused by the pink liquid he spilled on himself what felt like ages ago. All he felt was pleasure and all he knew was Patton. Gorgeous Patton who took everything Logan provided so graciously, eyes screwed shut and panting as moans and whines escaped his mouth.
Seeing Patton so utterly debauched easily pushed Logan right to the edge and he knew he wouldn’t last much longer. Wanting to bring Patton over the edge with him, Logan grabbed his leaking cock and began stroking in time with his thrusts. His partner squirmed and his shouts got progressively loud, crying out Logan’s name.
The logical side couldn’t hold on any longer and came with a low, almost feral growl in Patton’s ass. The sudden feeling of his boyfriend filling him up caused Patton to moan as he too came. His orgasm was long and hard as Logan continued to fuck him through it, copious amounts of cum leaking from his cock before he began to whine from the overstimulation.
Logan pulled out and fell onto the bed next him, exhausted. His eyes fluttered shut and he began to fall asleep, feeling Patton kiss his cheek as he whispered, “Thank you, dear. I’ll get us cleaned up, you just relax for me.”
Patton continued whispering praises and sweet words to Logan even as he was on the verge of sleep before finally slipping into slumber as his soft, pudgy boyfriend finally cuddled up next to him. In the back of his mind, he knew he’d have to confront Roman and talk to Virgil about the mysterious liquid, but it could wait until the morning as all he wanted now was to fall asleep with Patton in his arms.
Being a stem major in an honors program is just kicking my ass and there has been SO MUCH happening in the past couple of months. However!!! I finally finished that logicality fic I said I was working on forever ago and will be posting it shortly. I am also working on another prinxiety fic that will likely have more than one part to it and it is also super long. The first part of that fic is almost finished but I don’t want to jinx myself so I’m not sure when it’ll be ready to post
I know I’ve been hella silent lately but I’ve had absolutely no inspiration or motivation and I’m moving back to college this coming week so things are gonna be pretty hectic. That being said could anyone recommend some good horny logicality fics for me? I’m really trying to get this logicality fic I’m working on done and could use the inspiration
