20 // He/Him // Trans Guy // Selfshipper // PROSHIP // ANTIS FUCK OFF // If you dont like what I repost or post? Fuck right off. Block and move on. // #Nixx Post is my original post tag, #Nixx Writes Shit is my fic tag, I'll try to be decently active here, no promises though.
Scar totally fucked Grian against the walls of their house in the desert. I don't think there's a single surface in that house that wasn't fucked against
Grian, complaining about being cold late at night. He gets fucked under the covers, Scar crowded over him with a firm pressure and constant warmth, the living furnace he was as a red life
Scar, so high strung about his own red urges, unable to sit still even for a moment while they're making dinner. So Grian sucks Scar off, the taller shoved onto the counter so Grian didn't get sand gritting into his knees. He ended up bent over anyways, when Scar fucked him against their kitchen table, hips pressed against the edge, cum dripping onto the floor below
Even the rooftop, used as a lookout during the early and late hours of the day. Scar leaning into Grian's back and jerking him off, hard and fast as Grian muffles moans and whimpers into his own hand. He returns the favour that night, biting loving bruises into Scar's thighs before he gags on his cock yet again
While Scar searches through their barely organized storage, Grian sneaks up on him, palming Scar through his shorts and pretending to care about what he was looking for. Grian barely makes it through another word before Scar's gripping his wrists and pressing his cheek into a chest, fucking his thighs and leaving him to clean the cum off of himself
Most memorable was a rare, peaceful moment. After a quick rinse in the river the two were enjoying the coolest weather they've had yet, taking the opportunity to cuddle. Sweet kisses and gentle nips turned heated as Grian straddled Scar's hips, grinding against him sweet and slow. It was inevitable for Scar's fingers to find his ass, stretching him open as he swallowed Grian's moans, sucking on his tongue. And as those strong, calloused hands brought Grian down on his cock, it was too easy to grind down, the pair's moans filling the air as Grian rode Scar, fucking up into a waiting hand. A hand supported his back, cheek pressed into Scar's chest as he mouthed and kissed whatever skin he could reach, and as the two finished he couldn't find it in him to complain as Scar licked his hand clean, pulling him up into a kiss
Sorry my tumblr wasn’t letting me submit this until I hoped on a laptop :/
It’s been a few days since you’ve figured out what touching Phil’s wings does to him. So throughout those few days you’ve been teasing him, putting your hand on his back where the wings connect, kissing the tips of them, playing with the feathers, all just to see him shutter.
Today was no different when you two we’re cuddling in front of the fireplace, him laying on your chest and you rubbing his arms, you decide to run your hands underneath his shirt and caress where the first feathers meet his skin.
Instead of getting butterflies, or the shivers like he normally does, Phil sits up.
“Why are you such a fucking brat”
Your eyes widen in surprise “W-What?”
“Don’t ‘what’ me, ever since you found out about my wings you’ve been teasing me non-stop. Is this your way of asking for me?”
You blush and nod “Yes but-“
“No, no ‘but’s you wanted this so you’re gonna get it, go upstairs and get undressed, now.”
You nod as he gets off of you, you get up and quickly go up to your room and strip. You jump on the bed and wait on your knees facing the door for him.
He walks into your shared room, now shirtless. “there’s my baby. Look so pretty.” He puts one knee on the bed and one hand under your chin “But you’ve been so bad.”
You whimper me lean into his touch
“Get on your back my dove”
You lay back and put your head on the pillows, he kisses over your neck and on your collar bones leaving dark hickeys, you go to card your hands through his hair but he pins your wrists down fast than you could register.
“Did I say you could touch me? No I didn’t; this is a punishment for teasing me”
“No no! I’ll be good I promise” you beg
“it’s a little too late for that dove”
You whimper as he bites a little bit harder.
He slowly lets go of your wrists so he can be between your thighs, he starts kissing them roughly leaving more hickeys up and down your inner thighs
“Phil~ please”
“Shush.” He glares up at you and continues to leave hickeys, completely ignoring where you want him most.
You buck your hips trying to see if that will do you any good, no it didn’t, quite the opposite, he slapped your thigh where he was leaving hickeys, you yelped in surprise. He got up and looked you.
“Come here and get on your knees”, and so you did, you quickly scramble off the bed and onto your knees in front of him. He takes of his jeans and his boxers, already have taken his other clothes off on the way up. “Be a good dove baby.” He pets your hair.
You wrap your hand around him gently and kiss the tip, hearing his breath falter slightly definitely spurred you on. You wrap your lips around him and start to bob your head, only shallow trying to get used to him in your mouth until he shoves your head to his pelvic bone making you take his cock down your throat.
“Fuck good girl, what a good dove~”, you hum around him, “that’s it suck my cock babe”.
You continue for about ten minutes until he gets close and pulls you off.
“On the bed” he points before running his fingers through his hair.
You get onto the bed on your back, he grabs your hips and flips you around before yanking your hips up.
“Do you think you can take me right now or do you need prep”
“Need you, no prep” you pant out.
“Got it” he pulls you over to the edge of the bed and lines up. You try to back onto him but he catches you and slaps your ass “Knock it off dovey”.
You whimper just wanting to feel him inside you, then faster than you could snap, he did just that and snapped his hips to yours pushing his cock into you. You moan out and stuff your face into the bed. He goes at a brutal pace and intensity, it hasn’t even been more than a few minutes when you feel yourself come close.
“Cum whenever you need” he growls and continues.
“I thought this was a punishment~” you tease through broken moans.
“It is.” He smirks and reaches around your hips to rub your clit. He immediately finds it and starts rubbing then like that you cum on his cock, shaking and reeling from the orgasm he just gave you. But he doesn’t stop, and he won’t for the next 4 and a half hours. Completely overstimulating you until your brain dead.
When he’s finished he runs you a bath, and washes you off, he made sure to get you food and water, then plenty of rest.
Well at least you found his weak spot, right?
-🐇
Hope it was good despite the wait, on the 25th (birthday) I’ll supply a little more food I promise it’s already written out :)
HOLY. FUCKING. SHIT. HAPPY EARLY BIRTHDAY TO YOU AND THANK YOU FOR THIS????
the covid may be here, but the horn knee never leaves. here :D so, n e way. imagine you work in the las nevadas casino, perhaps as the poker hand or the bartender, since you've been strapped for some extra money, you took the job.
and you're well aware of the rivalry between quackity and wilbur. quackity's always ranting and raving about the guy whenever you two hang out, and you've seen him around the smp. how would you miss him? six foot six, wears a trenchcoat everywhere, blew up a nation, is a war criminal- how could you not recognize him?
and the fact he work a burger van not far from where you live in las nevadas doesn't really help. but, even past the crust, you catch yourself glancing his over once or twice whenever you cross paths. then you glare at him, for your boss's sake.
one night, you're stuck closng the casino on your own. luckily, all that's left to clean is the bar area and you're out, able to lock the doors by sunrise and leave.
it was a particular night, long and tiring, so you were stressed as is. but when the front glass doors open, you grouchily say, "sorry, we're closing. get lost." and then look up.
there stood revivedbur, lit cigarette hanging out of his mouth and arms crossed. "damn, moody tonight. i was just here to talk with quackity," then he shrugs, grinning slightly.
you cast him a glare, muttering, "he already left. go check his burger place or something. otherwise, you're out of luck."
"jeez, what crawled up your ass and died?" he chuckles, stepping in further and letting the doors close behind him.
"nothing did- what do you not understand in 'closing', wilbur? go away, im cleaning." you gesture for him to leave, and then you continue to wipe the counters, getting a bit uneasy.
"the place is already clean," you look up, just as he uses his arm to gesture around the area. in the moment that his overcoat moved with his arms, you see a hunting knife tucked in his leather belt. 'holy shit,' you think, masking the surprise on your face as exasperation. "cmon, you can leave already, can you show me where the burger place is?"
you roll your eyes, fingers reaching under the lip of the bar. as quickly as possible, you slip your own knife into the waistband of the black work slacks. grabbing a glass cup as a coverup, you start polishing it with a rag. "uh huh, sure. i think you already know where it is. didn't you set off tnt in it once? lead yourself there."
he pauses, and you flick your eyes up at him. you catch him watching you with some type of intensity, and slowly, you put the glass back under the bar. you slip out from behind the bar, crossing the floor to stand a meter or two from him. "get lost, wilbur, unless you're here to buy a drink or kill someone," you hiss, "leave."
a hint of recognition flicks across his face. his hand slips towards his belt, and you pull out your knife first, slipping to the side to swing at him.
he grabs your knife hand, yanking you close and puts the hunting knife against the back of your neck. his hot breath fans across your face, staring down at you with this cocky grin. "next time. try crouching down to hide your hands.... put it down."
"make me," you hiss under your breath.
his brows raise, and he laughs, pressing his thumb into the pressure point of your wrist, causing your fingers to release the blade. "now, will you be good for me?"
your face flushes, "huh?"
"oooo, mind out of the gutter. im just looking for quackity. though... really," he runs his tongue over his teeth, "its a bit tempting."
"ive told you, he's probably at the burger place. otherwise, i dont have a clue," you spit. he presses the blade slightly harder into the skin by your spine.
"im telling the truth-" you sputter out, but he cuts you off, "no, im just imagining my initials carved into your skin."
for a moment, your startled by the way that turned you on. "ohhh, you'd like that wouldn't you?" moving closer, he drops his voice. "you want me to mark you as mine? want me to fuck you stupid right here? right where anyone could happen to stroll by and see? see you being a slut, just for me," he whispers.
"like you could fuck me dumb, bitch," you jibe.
(brat taming revivedbur with a knife kink truther right here 😎)
debating on continuing- but anyway, have a great day/night :]
Summary: Sebastian sneaks away for a quick smoke of something stronger at the quiet community center later in the day. Shane catches him and wants in on it, things lead to a more interesting outcome than a little friendly weed sharing.
Warnings: smoking weed, implied alcoholism, bad choices (debatable), inebriated sex, public sex, slight oral fixation
Word count: 2.5k
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Sebastian isn’t a good kid, he knows this, his mother and step-father know this, the whole town knows this. He has the reputation of a problem child even though, legally, he’s far into his adulthood now. But Robin doesn’t know half of it, she would lose her mind if she knew. So, he sneaks away, just after the sun begins to set, trading his usual place beside the river where he typically smokes for the area just beside the community center.
It’s enough of a bench to lean against, hands in his pockets fumbling for his lighter to spark up something a little stronger than tobacco. He’s not an addict, well, not to weed anyway, but he thinks there’s nothing wrong with the occasional hit, sometimes for fun, sometimes to calm to panicked voices in his head, sometimes to escape it all. Not that his mom would understand that, so, he smokes enough away from the house that he won’t get caught, hopefully by anyone at this time as the sun sets, leaving a slight chill to the spring air.
fuck these “i need to be fucked” posts. I need to be motherfucking kissed. throw me against a wall and kiss me like i’m the love of your goddamn life and you didn’t think you’d ever find me.
Plot: Logan and Remus have known each other a very long time, but an uncomfortable situation involving one bed and each other's lack of restraint unlocks something else in their friendship. (Only one bed + Trans!Remus)
Logan has had many points in his life where he's been stressed or under pressure, or a little tired. Almost all of those instances had included one of two things, the first being some sort of exam, school or college work, or something generally academic, the second involved his best friend's brother, Remus. Although he does consider them both to be friends too, Remus and Logan could not be more different; the other man is sporadic, eclectic, the opposite of calm, and wouldn't know gentleness if it punched him in the face. Logan, in contrast, considered himself level-headed, logical, and he likes to sit still.
Now in the years he'd known Roman, and his twin brother, Remus, Logan has been in many situations where he'd rather have been anywhere else but there at that moment.
This is one of those instances.
He sighs quietly as he leans against the wall, slipping his bag off of his shoulders. "Could be worse?" Remus offers, utterly unsure of his words. "At least the place is clean, sharing a bed can't be so bad, I promise I won't kill you in your sleep."
"If you did, I would be amicable," Logan replies drily. He's not fond of sharing a bed with others, in his adult life, there is only one reason he would get into bed with another person, and often he doesn't quite get to the sleeping stage of that particular arrangement.
"Amicable?" Remus repeats back to him, eyebrows raised. "Death is only amicable if it's in a cool and fun way." He sits down on the edge of the bed, placing his own bag down on the floor. "It's only one night, I'm sure you'll manage the close proximity to an actual human being just for once." He grins sharply. "This bed is fucking huge."
Logan sighs quietly, resigning himself to the situation he'd found himself in as he sits down on the other side of the bed to undo his laces, slipping his feet out of the boots and leaving them against the wall. "Just one night," he repeats to himself, comfortingly. When they were young Logan had shared a bed with both Roman and Remus at the same time. The innocence of childhood, however, was something severely amiss in both of their lives now. He had been feeling somewhat awkward at the idea of even sharing a room with Remus, though even now he can't quite place why he is uncomfortable.
They're good friends, they've known each other for so long Logan can barely remember a life without him. But something about being alone with Remus at night makes him squirm. The other man does not share the sentiment, tugging his shirt over his head with a quiet yawn and beginning to change without even second-guessing the situation.
Logan pulls open his bag and pulls out his sleep shirt and sweatpants, placing them down on the bed neatly as his hands come up to unbutton his shirt. He doesn't notice that Remus glanced behind him to study the contour of his back as he slips off his shirt and reaches for the one he sleeps in. He's too busy focusing on the task at hand.
They both slip into bed, switching off the light. Darkness envelops the room, and Logan can hear Remus' steady breathing, somewhere in his mind he finds it oddly comforting, to hear another person breathing in the same room as him. He closes his eyes and drifts off to sleep.
Logan wakes up feeling very warm, his skin sticking with sweat as he pries his eyes open. He realizes two things for a moment, the first is that there's this burning sensation bubbling under his nerves that he distinctively recognizes to be arousal; the second is that Remus' body is lying half on top of his own.
The other man is fast asleep, eyes closed, fingertips twitching against Logan's chest, and his thigh lying between the other man's. Logan shifts a little, his thigh tensing between Remus' as he tries to unstick their bodies from the strange predicament they seem to have gotten tangled in.
But Remus jerks at the movement, a soft grumble on his lips as his eyes peel open, it takes him a second for realization to sink in before he lifts his head up with a raised eyebrow. "Oh, morning Lo."
Logan's cheeks flush a little, peering up at the ceiling with some interest like there isn't currently a thigh pressing to his half-hard cock a little too nicely. Remus's hips shift a little against his own as he lazily pushes his body up. His shorts ride up to his thigh and his shirt exposes a sliver of his stomach as he reaches to stretch his arms above his head.
For a moment, Logan feels intensely scrutinized, as Remus's dark eyes follow a path down his body. He doesn't miss the look in his eyes, hungry, his eyes falling down to the slight tent to Logan's boxers. "Good morning to you too," Logan replies, cheeks feeling a little too hot. There's an odd tension that he can't quite place until he notices Remus squirming a little. "Are you...quite alright?"
"Mhm, yep, just committing this moment to memory for a rainy day." Logan's eyebrows raise in some form of surprise. "...It's not every day I get to see you blush." Logan makes a small noise in the back of his throat, blushing deeper. Remus grins and finally gets off of where he's straddling Logan's thigh. "I'm going to take a shower, see ya!"
Logan exhales shakily, trying to process maybe the strangest situation he's ever been in. He shuffles around to sit up, willing the apparent arousal to fade. He's wondering what on earth he'd dreamed about last night when he hears a barely audible moan from the shower. His breath hitches in his throat as he stares towards the wall that he knows houses the bathroom, his skin feeling hot again. He hears Remus curse quietly, clearly trying to remain silent, and none of those sounds do anything for his libido.
So Logan resigns to having to clean up the mess as he slips his hand into his boxers and wills himself to not think about Remus' moans, at least, as he seeks just a little relief.
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The rest of their trip passes by without a hitch, visiting family back in their hometown. Though for a couple of days Logan can't quite meet Remus' eyes without blushing. Remus doesn't think much of it, Logan is not a hard man to make feel awkward on the best of days, so he just thinks that he's unused to people seeing him...flustered.
On the long drive back, they stop off at the same hotel. Two twin beds this time. Logan had been half dreading rooming with Remus again, and wills himself to simply get through the night, let time pass so he can calm down, and then forget about it. But no amount of self-assurance can escape the fact he'd masturbated to the thought of his close friend. Listening to his moans through the wall.
"You alright Lo? You seem a little off lately."
"I'm perfectly fine thank you, just tired." Remus nods, though he doesn't believe the words for a moment. He slips into bed and lies down, facing Logan's back, whose gaze is fixated on the window. They haven't spoken much since they'd woken up in a precarious situation. Remus is vaguely aware by now he might be missing something until it finally clicks.
"Are you acting weird 'cause you heard me in the shower?" He hears the breath that Logan sucks in through the darkness, just about making out his form in the lack of light. "I didn't think you'd freak out about it, I was trying to keep quiet." There's a long silence, and Remus sighs, sitting up. "Lo come on we've been friends for years don't make this weird, I'm sorry, alright, I didn't think, I just wanted to sort out my dick before I did anything else, I can't concentrate when I'm horny."
"You should not be apologizing," Logan mutters, his voice uncharacteristically quiet, almost inaudible. Remus's eyebrows furrow. "I'm not upset with you, I'm...upset with another situation." There's a long silence, in which Remus finds himself more frustrated than ever. He sighs, pushing the bed covers off of his body and plonking down next to Logan. The other man jumps, turning around to look up at him.
"Stop being cryptic, tell me what the fuck is up," his words are firm and demanding, and Logan makes a noise at the back of his throat that could be surprise or maybe something else entirely.
"I..." Logan stammers, Remus can just about make out his expression in the darkness. He reaches up to switch on the light, causing the man to wince again. Remus raises his eyebrow, a look of interrogation on his face. Logan's cheeks flush a deep red, his eyes glancing anywhere but at Remus. "I did hear you, and it sparked some...uncomfortable sensations." Remus stares long and hard for a moment, his lips parting to speak, but for a second he only looked confused. Was Logan saying...?
"It turned you on?" He shouldn't sound so gleeful "...wait did you...I mean you were in a bit of a state before I got in the shower." Logan buries his face in his hands, cheeks bright red. "Logan, did you get off thinking about me?" He peeks through his fingers at the utter glee in his friend's tone and expression. "Why on earth are you upset? That's the best news I've heard all day!" Remus is an odd man. "Logan I woke up on top of you with your thigh pressed right up against my cunt, what on earth did you think I was thinking about in the shower?"
Logan's hands peel away from his face, breath hitching in his throat as he stares wide-eyed up at Remus.
"Didn't think that through did you?" Remus muttered as Logan peers up at him with surprise and a steadily paling blush. "So was it an in-the-moment situation or has it been on your mind for other reasons?" The other man swallows dryly, half-aware that Remus is only wearing a vest and some very short shorts. The taller man sighs, rolling his eyes "...In other words Logan, can I kiss you?"
"Please," he whispers, voice catching in his throat as he exhales somewhere close to a whimper. Remus leans over his body and presses their lips together without hesitation, the desperate tone to Logan's voice filling him with the intense desire to press closer to him. He slips the covers off of his friend's body, lifting his leg to straddle his lap. Logan's unsure hands fall to his hips, exhaling gently into the movement of their lips, shivering as tongues meet. Remus nips at his bottom lip carefully, pressing his hips down with a grin into the kiss. "Finally," he mutters, a hand slipping beneath Logan's shirt "...I was starting to think I'd never get the chance."
Logan does not have the mental energy to unpack that sentence, pressing up slightly against Remus, his fingers twitching against his hips.
"New question, Lo," Remus' lips press to the corner of his own, before parting open-mouthed to his cheek, then slowly, languidly to his jaw, nipping at the skin. He leans against Logan's ear, breath whispered and warm against his flushed skin "...Mind fucking me?" The other man makes a quiet noise, eyes wide, and Remus grins. "Be a little clearer, sweetheart, I need verbal consent before I can ride your cock."
"Fuck, Re, please, yes." Logan's voice comes out a whole pitch higher than previously. He'd understood that perhaps Remus is not shy, as he isn't in his daily life, but to just blurt out sentences like that is something very new and very much enjoyable for Logan.
"Sometime I'd love to fuck you too," Remus' hands trail down Logan's torso, leaning up to tug him by his shirt to sit up. He slides the shirt up off his body and discards it to the floor. Logan can't quite resist grinding up between Remus's thighs, savoring the moan that passes the other man's lips. Not shy indeed. "I don't have it on me, but I think you would look pretty on my cock, would you like that?" Logan nods, his pupils wide as he stares up at Remus. He loves the mischief that he gets back in a stare, allowing himself to be pushed back down against the bed. Remus grinds his hips into him, eyes fluttering shut for a moment.
Logan watches as he leans down his body, hands sliding his sweats and underwear down his legs, lips, and tongue pressing to his stomach, down to his thighs. He can't even think to be embarrassed or consider how strange it should be to have his friend between his thighs. He's too busy fixating on the hungry look in the other man's eyes as his cock is released, bobbing against his stomach. "Fuck," Remus mutters, hands bracing by Logan's hips as he leans down to lick a long strip up Logan's cock, pulling a quiet whimper from the other man. He takes the head in his mouth and sucks, bobbing his head slowly. His eyes roll shut, cheeks hollowing out before he pulls off with a popping sound. "Couldn't resist," he grins, pressing a gentle kiss to the flushed head of Logan's cock, reveling in how it twitches when he does. He leans up to tug his vest over his hand, standing to drop his shorts to the floor. Logan exhales shakily at all the skin that has just been revealed to him, reaching out as Remus's body comes into contact with his own.
Their hips meet, rocking slightly Remus' wet cunt grinding against his bare cock. He's so...pretty, Logan thinks, handsome, and he cannot think to take his hands off of him. "Do you have a condom?" Logan asks, worried.
"Yeah, because I totally planned to be getting laid," Remus replies, eyebrows raising. "I can't get pregnant, and I'm clean." Logan nods, tilting his head back to accept the warm kiss that he's offered. "Besides, I love the idea of you pumping me full of your cum and having it leak out of me when you've finished." Logan makes a noise he is fairly certain he has never made so loudly or intensely before, his heart hammering in his chest.
"Okay," he replies, entirely sure his brain just short-circuited. Remus grins and lifts his hips, guiding Logan's cock inside him, feeling the twitch of his fingers and thighs and the relieved sigh that passes his lips.
"You're so pretty," Remus mutters, eyes lidded as Logan's length fills him, pressing deep into him. When he's fully seated, he rocks his hips a little, grinding the head inside him with a sigh. Logan stares up at him with a look that is almost starved, eyes pried open to grind up into him. Remus clenches around him in retaliation, bringing a gasped moan from his lips. "Feels nice doesn't it?"
Logan manages a breathy “yes,” in response, his hands gripping hold of Remus as the man leans over him to press their lips together once more, lifting his hips and sinking back down. A steady rhythm builds, continuous and increasing. Logan bends his knees for a little more leeway, fucking up into Remus with some reservation.
“You can do better than that,” a hum against his lips makes Logan feel almost breathless, and he sucks in a breath, gripping Remus’ hips a little firmer and fucking up into him enough that he feels his friend’s breath seize. Remus leans up, rocking his hips as Logan presses up into him, his eyes fluttering shut and his thighs tense with his movements. He moves his own hand between his thighs, playing with his small cock. His breath hitches as he grinds into the thrusts, his eyes falling closed.
Their hips met repeatedly, soon both panting, thin layers of sweat clinging to their bodies. Their kisses are messy, uncoordinated, dissolving into gasping into each other’s lungs as Logan moans, long and low into Remus’s mouth. “Go on pretty boy, it’s alright,” Remus whispers, lips catching Logan’s just about before he rocks his hips down. “If you wanna cum, cum for me,” Logan recalls Remus’s earlier word about filling him up and his hands tighten their grip on Remus’s hips. He fucks up into him in repeated, hard thrusts, his whole body tensing as he squirms insatiably, desperate to tilt over the edge.
Remus bites down on his lip and Logan jerks, the noise he makes is strangled, desperate, and loud enough to be heard at least two rooms over. Remus grins as he releases the lip, letting Logan gasp into his parted lips as his eyes roll closed. His cock twitches, buried deep into Remus, grinding his cum into the other man with each second that passes into his climax.
The other man hums softly, pressing gentle kisses to Logan’s parted, trembling lips. Logan peers up at Remus, wide-eyed, his cheeks flushed. Remus grins back, easing his hips up and off the cock plugging cum into him. He leans down to kiss him slowly, his tongue moving playfully against Logan’s.
Then he finds himself on his back, staring up at his friend. His grin falters a little, tugging his bottom lip between his teeth as Logan slides down his body. His tongue runs against the cum leaking out of Remus, firm hands spreading his thighs, moaning quietly. Logan’s eyes flutter shut, his mouth going to gently, at first, suck at Remus’ little cock. His head bobs very shallowly, feeling it harden further between his lips.
Remus moans softly, his hand tangling in Logan’s hair. Gentle gasps catch in his lungs, his body trembling beneath the touch he’s being given. Slowly, he begins to grind a little into Logan’s mouth, entirely lost to the pleasure. “Fuck you’re good,” Remus whispers, eyelids heavy. Logan hums in response, rather clearly pleased with himself, barely pausing for a breath as he moves. The slow burn of arousal curls wonderfully through Remus’s body, turning very quickly into frustration as he grinds harder into the mouth pressed to him. “Lo…” he whispers, throat tight around his impending orgasm.
Logan glances up through his lashes. His hands grip Remus’s thighs harder, sucking in a deep breath before he pushes forward harder, more intensely, with more enthusiasm. Remus shivers, knowing his friend’s jaw must ache, that he’s powering through for him. He whines, grinding into the touch before he’s finding his own body is aching beneath the strain.
His climax burns beneath the surface of his skin, still very much within reach. A soft plea, whimpered desperately, passes Remus’s lips, gasping for air. The slowness seems to last forever, but Remus feels every millisecond of his peak until he’s exhaling a loud, relieved moan of Logan’s name, his body tensing and jerking into the other’s touch. Logan lets him grind shakily into his mouth until he stills, exhaling a soft sigh as he peels his eyelids open.
Remus brings his own hand up to run through his hair, sweat clinging uncomfortably to his body as he looks up at Logan. The other man crawls up his body to taste him between their lips. “I need a shower now,” Remus mutters. Logan snorts quietly.
“In a sudden turn of events, you’re the one fretting about cleanliness.”
“Don’t get used to it.”
“Would never dream of it.” Their lips meet again, dragging slowly against one another’s. Logan wouldn’t mind just staying in this bed with Remus forever until their bodies go numb or the world ends. “Thank you.” Remus looks at him with a confused smile, one eyebrow raised as he looks for an explanation. “I had fun,” Logan whispers, not quite ready to say all the things he wants to say. Remus smiles tiredly, pecking his lips once more. “Let’s go get a shower,” he clambers up and holds his hand out for Remus, who takes it with a smile.
Fic warnings(Let me know if I missed anything!): Fae!Virgil, Human!Janus, Trans!Janus. Mixed terms used to describe Janus's genetalia(I.e. cunt and little cock, primarily), overstimulation, multiple orgasms, fingering, oral sex, p in v penetrative sex, orgasm denial, and uhh... Marathon sex?(sorta kinda? More like Virgil fucks Janus in a fairy circle for hours and Janus is completely on board w/ it)
Extra lore notes: This fic is actually using the concept from (This Fic Idea) I had a while ago, and while i have yet to write a full story fic for it, i ended up writing this smut fic first. Theres more info about them on that short idea blurb that i recommend you read first just so things make a little more sense? Both to understand their backstory and to understand why Janus is human but is described as having scales.
Niether are elaborated on as this is mostly just a p*rn no plot fic. like they get right into it from the first sentence, you've been warned. xD
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One of the first times they had ever gotten intimate before, Virgil had sat his perfect little human in his lap, back to his chest, and fingered Jan's cunt slowly till he came apart. He worked his fingers skillfully till Janus was coming over and over again, squirming and keening in overstimulation but never tapping out.
Janus had immediately become sort of addicted to the feeling, being practically pulled apart at the seams with all the pleasure he could possibly take and more. Virgil seemed to adore taking his time in gently pulling Janus's mind apart with pleasure, piece by loving piece.
His deep raspy voice had cooed over how wet Janus was, how cute it was that his slick had soaked their laps and coated Virgil's fingers, how good Janus was doing by taking his fingers so well.
Janus had remained squirmy for days afterward, as even the memory of Virgil's fingers pressing deep into his cunt while keeping his legs spread wide got him hot and bothered.
Virgil was content to let him squirm; Eager, even, to whisper naughty things in Janus's ears to make him even more hot and bothered. Just to see how long it would take for Janus to break and finally ask for another night of pleasure.
Janus lasted a whole week before Virgil caught him trying to finger himself, wet and frustrated beyond belief that he couldn't quite reach the same spots Virgil had to drive himself wild. Feeling generous at seeing his love frustrated to tears, he ends up dragging Janus back into his lap and beginning the slow process of pulling Janus apart once more.
The tears of relief after Jan's first orgasm are utterly worth skipping over any real punishment for having been caught trying to orgasm without permission. Virgil figures instead that the next few slow-building and torturously drawn out orgasms that leave overstimulated tears in Janus's eyes is punishment enough.
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Not long after, they grew curious enough to explore penetrative sex.
It starts out as a makeout session that progressively gets hotter and hansier than normal, Virgil unable to help his subconscious need to hold and caress his scaled love. He has one hand gently pinning Jan's hips as he slots himself between Janus' legs, his other hand gently cradling his loves head as they trade heated kisses.
Janus's soft gasps turn into sharp whines and tiny moans as Virgil bears his weight down on the other, his shorter legs locking around the fae's hips instinctually as they slowly grind against one another.
Virgil groans at the feeling, his pitch dropping so unnaturally deep that Janus feels it in his own chest. The kiss breaks only for Virgil to lick his way back into Janus's mouth, purring lowly with the way that Janus moans into the kiss.
He finally breaks the kiss to trail sharp kisses downward to cover his love's neck and shoulders with hickeys and bite marks, and his eyes go dark at the way Janus outright squirms and moans.
"Please, oh fuck, Virge, Vee, please? Need you, ah!-" with their mental link from Virgil's claim on Janus, Virgil understands roughly what Janus actually wants and is more than happy to give it to him. He's quick to lay the other back onto his cloak, tugging at his loves clothes with care as not to rip the fabric in his eagerness.
Once Janus is stripped bare from the chest down, Virgil doesn't hesitate to press his head between Janus's thighs to suck on Janus's clit. Immediately, Janus's eyes roll a bit at the feeling, moaning and squirming uselessly against the hands gripping his thighs to keep them open.
Virgil's eyes remain open yet lidded as he watches Janus's reactions, his wide pupils darkening his eyes even further at Janus's rambling pleas of "please," and "more!"
One hand's long lithe fingers reach down to stoke between Jan's folds, slicking them up before slowly pressing the first into the other's slick twitching cunt.
Janus moans at the feeling, his eyes skittering downward before whimpering loudly when he locks his gaze with the dark heated one of his supernatural lover staring right back at him as the fae continues to lap and suck at his little cock.
It takes a few moments before Virgil starts pumping his finger in time with his mouth, leisurely stoking the others walls in an effort to make Janus slowly lose his mind to pleasure.
The second finger is more noticeable than the first, but Virgil is quick to distract with the hard relentless way that he sucks at Jan's cock. Jan's hips quiver and buck against Virgil's ceaseless onslaught, gasping and moaning as two fingers turn to three.
"Please, Virge, ah! Need you! Want you inside of me, please?" Janus begs, his legs falling open as his eyes roll at a particularly deep press from the three long fingers stretching open his cunt.
Virgil's eyes get impossibly darker with arousal, using his free hand to easily hold up Janus's hips as he changes angles a bit. Janus barely has time to be confused before Virgil's tongue starts prodding at his cunt where his fingers disappear into, hooking past the rim and tonguing his way inside, much to Jan's surprise. This wasn't exactly what he'd meant, but it feels heavenly all the same, especially with the immediate way that Virgil seems to enjoy it.
Virgil is practically darkeyed with bliss, getting direct feedback from how good he's making Janus feel and absolutely adoring using his mouth to please his lover. He can't even seem to help the way his eyes flutter closed, continuing to stretch and fuck open his love with his fingers so his tongue can fuck itself deeper at every pass and taste his love intimately.
Janus is losing his mind, rapidly approaching his orgasm with the way that Virgil is touching him, gasping and moaning a warning. All Virgil does is remove his fingers, pressing his tongue deep to fill the space and using his slick fingers to stroke Janus's cock.
It doesn't take more than a few seconds more for Janus to come, gasping and whining at the way Virgil groans into his cunt.
Infact, Virgil doesn't even seem to care to stop, licking and sucking on Janus's slick as he pleasures Janus through his orgasm and right into overstimulation. Janus trembles, eyes shut as he focuses on the hot overstimulated feeling of Virgil's tongue in his twitching cunt, keening at the way Virgil occasionally sucks on the rim of his entrance.
When his shaking hands finally listen to his frazzled mind, Jan manages to gently tug at Virgil's hair, panting at the way Virgil is easily working him up again. Virgil barely breaks away with a slightly petulant hum, making a slick noise as he stops long enough to listen, though he looks utterly blissed out to have Janus' slick dripping down his chin.
"Virge, Please, fuck. Made me feel so good, want you inside, want your cock, want you to fuck me with it, please?" Janus pants, trying to be a little clearer this time but not regretting the first misunderstanding even a little bit, especially since it seemed to be something Virge had been enjoying thoroughly.
Virgil growled lowly and sat up, licking his lips as his eyes flickered headily over the wrecked way his lover looked, absentmindedly pleased to be able to see just how skilled he had been at pleasuring his love.
His dark eyes gazed reverently at his beautiful human, his clean hand reaching up to cradle his love's scaled cheek to check in. Janus just nuzzled against Virgil's hand, a soft muttering of 'Green' further soothing Virgil's anxieties.
Slowly he reached down to free himself of his pants, stroking his half hard cock to full attention with little trouble as he gazed down at his wrecked love, the blissful taste of slick still fresh on his tongue.
He watched as Janus's attention narrowed down to his large cock, whimpering flusteredly as Virgil reached out and stroked between Jan's folds to gather enough slick to lube up his cock. Once he was assured he was slick enough, he slotted himself back fully between Janus' legs, groaning as his cock prodded at Janus' cunt.
He reached out and pressed his love's knees to their chest, keeping a firm but gentle grip on Jan's thighs as he lined up and slowly pressed inside.
He kept his gaze firmly on Janus's expression, watching and feeling alertly for any discomfort from his love as he slowly and carefully sank to the hilt. Janus's eyes had fluttered shut, his jaw slack and eyebrows furrowed in an overwhelmed but not pained or uncomfortable manner.
Once fully resting inside, Virgil made to pause for Janus, giving the other time to adjust to his size and waiting for the okay to move.
For a long moment Janus stayed still and quiet, his eyes scrunching a bit before fluttering open slightly with a soft whine that fizzled into a moan. Virgil was almost worried until Jan started shifting his hips slightly, only to suddenly be clenching hard around the other's cock, apparently so worked up that he ended up orgasming just from finally having his lover's cock inside him.
"My sweet serpent, Do I really feel that good inside you, hm? I hadn't even started moving yet.~" Virgil teased softly, leaning down to nuzzle his love's cheek, cooing lovingly at the embarrassed expression.
He could feel his love try to clench around him in retaliation, only for Jan to moan when his cunt throbbed in overstimulation. He cooed again, reaching down to stroke his love's sensitive chest scales in a comforting motion, pressing reassuring kisses to the others' flushed face.
When asking if he should continue, he received a flustered yes, and that was really all he needed to actually start fucking his human lover.
He was slow at first, easing himself in and out of his trembling love to really make sure he wouldn't hurt him. Given that Janus's cunt was already dripping with slick again, his cock had no trouble easing in and out of his love's entrance, every thrust feeling smoother than the last.
He'd been waiting for ages to feel this, the way Janus flutters around his cock, the deep hot and tight heat of someone yet to be claimed before. It made a deep part of Virgil's fae instincts flare happily, getting to claim Janus as his and only his, completely and utterly. No one else could have Janus if Virgil's instincts had any say in the matter.
(They usually didn't, to be fair. Janus was still his own person and capable of making his own decisions, even if he was Virgil's by the rules of the fairfolk. Virgil would never trap Janus if he didn't want to be confined. So it was perhaps the best case-scenario that Janus was actually intent on being Virgil's and only Virgils.)
At this point Janus was gasping and moaning, hands threaded tightly into Virgil's cloak as the other picked up the pace a little. He couldn't help it, fucking Janus felt good.
Janus was taking his cock with ease, even as Virgil changed his angle a bit and ended up constantly ramming over Janus' g-spot with every thrust which just made Janus moan even louder. It was heavenly, the way that his lover's tight cunt clenched around Virgil's cock at every pass, the way that he just barely fit all the way inside and the fact that that was driving Janus's mind crazy.
Still, Virgil had to be careful as he was trying not to overdo it, knowing he didn't exactly have a refractory period like Janus did. Through their connection he could feel Janus getting close again, and he had an idea.
"You may not cum yet, Janus." He purred lowly, reaching within his grasp of control over Janus, as Janus was his, and made a command the human's body would be forced to follow.
Janus keened, his mind naturally losing some coherency from his lover's command as it always does when being Told by Virgil, shaking as the pleasure instead just kept building, and building, and building.
He couldn't think about anything except the large cock repeatedly stretching him open and the fact that he wasn't physically capable of falling over the edge until Virgil told him he could.
Virgil kept him that way for hours, blissed out on pure unparalelled pleasure as Virgil kept relentlessly fucking his cunt, the command keeping his mortal body indefinitely on the cusp of orgasm.
(Janus had agreed to a session like this long before this scene anyway, knowing his answer to spending countless hours being absolutely railed by Virgil in a fairy circle was always going to be a yes. Virgil had just wanted his spoken affirmation first.)
At some point Janus was flipped onto his hands and knees, not that he stayed in that position for very long. His arms were quick to give out, leaving Virgil to hold up his hips and drape over his back to keep going. Not that Virgil minded, oh no, he was in bliss watching his love press his chest to the ground and hips up into his thrusts, fisting at the now ruined cloak they'd been fucking over in near-mindless pleasure.
Occasionally Virgil would slow into deep heady thrusts, pressing as deeply as he could to practically breed the back of his cunt to make Janus mewl, other times he would speed up his thrusts and thumb roughly at Jan's little cock till the poor thing was screaming with pleasure.
One minute melded into the next, one hour feeling like three and three hours feeling like one.
Not that Janus was even currently capable of being aware of time, oh no. Virgil's commanding hold over Janus created a heady mind fog like nothing else Jan's ever experienced, making him utterly pliant to Virgil's wishes and following commands.
Better yet, Virgil makes one single more command soon after the first to really drive home the 'pleasured to incoherently' goal:
"When I cum inside you, Janus, it will feel like liquid pleasure. As long as my cum is inside of you, you will feel pure pleasure from it."
Combined with the relentless accumulative and constant pleasure of being on orgasms edge for literally hours on end, there's little to no room for any thought that's not centered around the hard cock pounding his cunt, the cum that fills him, and the deep warm voice praising him for taking it all so well.
When hours have passed, and Virgil has completely sated his need to pleasure his love to incoherency, when he's filled Janus's cunt over and over with so much cum that his love's poor twitching cunt and thighs are dripping with it and pooling onto the floor under him, does Virgil finally, finally give the command to "Cum for me, Janus."
And he gets to watch Janus's eyes roll and his body jolt as his orgasm finally crashes down around him. It lasts at least a few minutes, Janus silently screaming with pleasure as his body rides out the hours long orgasm denial.
Pulse after dizzying pulse disorients him, as if every orgasm he would have had had lined up to be individually processed(probably Virgil's magical doing, if he's being honest), one after the other with no end in sight for the longest time.
His cunt milks Virgil's cock for all he's got left, pulling one last peak from Virgil that makes Janus jolt and finally break the silence with a strangled mewl.
More cum leaks from Janus's twitching cunt as Virgil finally pulls out, taking a long moment to gaze at the mess he's made of his thoroughly wrecked lover.
Yes, they'd absolutely have to do this again sometime, and hopefully soon.
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Bc u wanted to be tagged: @creative-lampd-liberties
This is a part of @sandersidessmutmonth‘s 2020 challenge!
Content / Warnings: Porn (duh), abusive / toxic relationship mention, blood mention (blink and you miss it), sex toys, lingerie, angst, revenge porn (?), Do Not Attempt At Home because This Is Not How Sex Works
Words: 1747
Prompt: Roman is a rather daring cam boy, willing to try more and new and riskier situations and kinks for the thrill and for his audience.
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