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Sharing my Ocs Aelon and his husband Timir. Timir is an Eldritch Being beyond gods, and Aelon is his Persephone-pretty much?-, and is not exactly human but not much more than a demi-god that i like to think has a connection to fertility. Except Aelon gets to stay by Timir’s side as long as he wants. Oh, and Aelon adores his Husband in any form. Sure, his husband is extremely handsome when he takes his usual wordly form, but his otherwordly form is just as breath-taking. And besides, Timir can thoroughly wreck his shit in either form, albeit in different ways, so Aelon doesn’t exactly have any room to complain. ;)
Timir’s worldly form under the cut:
I just love them your honor. They fuck like rabbits bc Aelon’s insatiable. And u bet Timir takes advantage of being able to control his formlessness and shapeshift to create constructs for fun. Favorite example; the equivalent of a chastity belt, except it locks this monster of a cock construct within the confines of Aelon’s cunt, theres no wiggle room and Aelon isn’t cable of grasping at or removing Timir’s construct if Timir doesnt let him, so he’s simply stuck completely impaled on 12 whole inches of monster cock with no way of completely satisfying himself unless Timir allows him to.(bc the ‘belt’ covers his tcock too, but also theres no way this cock construct doesn’t also sit snugly within his womb, cervix strained taught as Aelon’s belly just barely bulges from it’s girth when he leans back. All Aelon really needs to do is rock his hips for a bit if he’s *that* desperate to cum). This serves an additional purpose to keep Aelon properly stretched out for the real thing, *especially* when engaging with his husband’s eldritch form ;)
important question since your focus on your main has shifted: are u gonna draw FNAF for this blog 👀
sincerely, a shameless robot simp
Yknow when I received this I was just getting dropped back into this whole mess and I gotta say at first I was like 'ehhhhhhhhh' but. I've given it like 2 weeks and my dude my guy I am deep into simping the DCAs at this point.
Any of the other animatronics? Nah.
Sun and Moon? Tall, kind and terrifying, size difference, tentadicks, polyamory, and generally being just perfect partner material all around?
Patton is big in every way. Loud, expressive, campy, excitable, tall, fat, strong. And that bigness went to his dick too. (Prompt.)
Big And Strong
Logicality (Logan x Patton)
Warnings: sex, crying, overstimulation, come inflation
"Good morning, Logan!" Patton exclaims, walking into the kitchen. Logan tilts his head upwards slightly, not surprised to see that the former was already fully dressed and giddy. While Logan was also fully dressed, and sipping on a nice cup of coffee, he didn't nearly have enough energy to greet Patton with the same enthusiasm.
So instead, he turns to face him, politely nodding. "Morning, Patton."
"How'd you sleep?"
Logan resisted the urge to blurt out that he hated small talk. Every morning, Patton had a routine of asking the same few questions to whoever happened to be awake with him. Though Logan found it annoying, he understood that some people really valued their routines. He was one of them, and found it incredibly frustrating, if not meltdown-inducing when his plans were muddled with.
"It was good." Logan's response is short and to the point, to keep things simple. It was the same way he responded every time he was asked.
Patton grins from ear to ear, genuinely delighted by the mundane news.
"Care to pour me a cup?" he then asks, pulling out a chair seated around the kitchen table in order to take a seat and wait. Despite the fact that most of them could generally fit into the seats fine, Patton was so large that it seemed like he was going to break it at any moment.
He was tall enough that his feet were planted flat on the floor, knees raised high, and his back stretched further than the back of the chair could cover. His legs were hardly spread - despite the fact that Logan knew Patton would be man-spreading if they'd been sitting on the couch - because the arms of the chair prevented further mobility. In fact, they dug into his thick thighs, and the sides of his large gut.
Still though, Patton rests his hairy arms on the sides of the chair, leaning back casually as far as he could while watching Logan move to grab a mug.
"Black, or with cream?" Logan asks, moving to grab the pot and filling the mug up halfway, leaving room in case Patton wants any additives.
"Make the rest cream, please. I like my beverage to match my mood, and I'm feeling awfully sweet today." Patton responds, still smiling. "If I were taking my coffee like I take my men, though, I suppose I'd have it bitter."
Logan freezes momentarily, a little caught off guard by the off-color joke coming from Patton. Normally, anything with even a remotely sexual interpretation wouldn't come from his mouth. It wasn't that he was shy or embarrassed by the topic, more so just out of courtesy (though he did like to flaunt his frequent misuse of the word adultery, and none of them missed the amused gleam in his eye when they all had dramatic reactions; Logan was convinced that Patton knew the meeting but kept throwing it around solely to get a rise out of them). But when he moves to the fridge to grab the carton of French vanilla creamer, he sneaks a glance at Patton and sees that he's still smiling cheerily. Maybe Logan was reading too deep into otherwise innocent words.
So, Logan decides to play along.
"Surprising. I would have assumed your type to be other sweet, optimistic people." Logan turns to hand Patton his coffee as he speaks, the latter accepting it warmly, and giving Logan an appreciative nod.
Patton takes a large gulp of his coffee, before licking his lips and grinning. "You think I'm sweet?"
Logan resists the urge to roll his eyes. "I think you're a lot of things. 'Sweet' is just what relates to our current conversation. So, yes."
Laughing, Patton nods in understanding, finishing his coffee off with another drink. Logan stares at him while he drinks it down, wondering briefly if he should have grabbed a bigger mug, before Patton sets his mug to the side, pretending not to notice the way Logan stares as he licks the leftover drink off his lips.
"Back to your... surprise over my type; haven't you ever heard the phrase 'opposites attract?'"
Patton offers his mug back to Logan, who takes it, and fills it up with more coffee, assuming that's what Patton was silently asking for. Patton accepts the refilled mug gratefully.
"You're starting to sound like Roman," Logan utters, with a quick roll of his eyes, before he clears his throat and answers the question, despite the obvious rhetoric. "Yes, I have heard of the phrase. I don't believe it has much merit. A lot of studies actually prove quite the opposite; people tend to be more attracted to people more like them, both in personality, and in a lot of cases, physicality."
Patton hums, stirring his coffee with his pinkies finger. "I guess that's true in some cases. But not in all of them."
"Of course not. There are outliers in every study."
Bringing his pinkie finger to his mouth, Patton sucks the dripping coffee from it, never breaking eye contact with Logan.
"What about you? Where do you stand in regards to those studies? An outlier, or within the bounds?" Parton's question seems genuine, but Logan could read the intrigue in Patton's eyes. Clearly there was more that he wanted to ask, but he was holding back. Logan could only wonder for what sake.
"I... I don't know," Logan admits, suddenly turning away in order to avoid Patton's intense gaze. "I've never really analyzed myself in those regards. I'm not really a romantic person."
Patton smiles, emitting a closed-mouth laugh. "Well I'm sure the studies don't all relate to romance. At least, not solely the tamer aspects of romance. How are the results in regard to lust?"
That's where Logan draws the line, suddenly exclaiming "Patton! What is up with you today? Usually you're not so... so... adult."
He doesn't know how else to word it, but he's sure Patton gets the message. Usually, the moral side would be hesitant to approach anything remotely sexually, opting instead to crack a joke and deflect. But now?
Patton just looks at Logan. "We're both adults, aren't we?"
"You just... don't usually talk like this."
"That's because we stand next to the two most dramatic people we know. Imagine if I made a dirty joke in front of them. Roman would immediately equate me with a brother he dislikes, and Virgil with the friend he no longer speaks to. I try my best to make sure I don't make them uncomfortable. And I try my best to not cause a scene, but we both know that sometimes I just can't help it." He laughs a little at himself, before waving his hand dismissively. "Now answer my question. what are your preferences regarding sexual partners?"
Logan flushes, stammering. "I don't know! Again, I've never really thought about it."
Patton pushes his chair out, moving to stand up, causing Logan to be hyper aware of the fact Patton is so much taller than him. So much bigger. What would typically make him seem so huggable and soft can make him seem intimidating under a different light. And in this case, Logan was backing himself up to the counter, flustered and unable to fully process Patton's questions.
Leaning down slightly, Patton makes sure they're nearly face-to-face, though his large gut slightly presses against Logan's front in the process.
Patton smiles, and what once was a soft, helpful smile, suddenly looks a little bit more... sensual.
"Do you want help finding out? Patton asks, voice hushed, and deep. "You can decline, of course," he then adds, back to that friendly, comforting tone. "But if you want to experiment a little, we can test the opposites attract theory first. After all, you've gut to start somewhere!" Patton laughs heartily at his own joke, patting his chubby stomach as he says it.
He then leans back a little, in order to give Logan some space, but Logan stays pressed up against the counter. So many conflicting thoughts were running through his head. Admittedly, the idea to test out scientific research to prove whether or not it was actually true was always appealing, but he also knew that this is Patton's way of attempting to initiate something sexual - something Logan had never thought about doing with the moral side before. And something that he now found he couldn't stop thinking about.
Logan gulps.
"Fine," he blurts, head turned to the side, and face bright red. "But... but only for science."
Patton's large, calloused hands reach and grab Logan, planting firmly on his waist. Logan realizes he never quite paid attention to how large they were, and by extension how large Patton was, but now he's being pulled forward. His smaller, thinner frame is pressed against Patton's front. His form is pushed into the squishy surface, face being submerged between Patton's man boobs. Logan has no idea what to do with his hands, but he doesn't need to know, as one of Patton's hands slide up from his waist, and gently scratch the back of his head in a comforting manner, moments before the other hooks underneath his ass, and lifts him up, forcing Logan to at least attempt to wrap his legs around Patton's midsection, a task that proves quite impossible.
But Patton is supporting him regardless, keeping him from falling. He seems to know what he's doing, and while he has one hand still underneath Logan's butt to make sure that he doesn't fall or slide down, his other hand gently rubs Logan's back, attempting to comfort him.
"If you don't want to do this, you really don't have to," Patton reminds him, carrying Logan out of the kitchen.
Logan, who had been lifted partially away from Patton's chest, hesitantly rests his chin on Patton's shoulder. "I want to do this," he responds, huffing at Patton's little laugh.
"Curious, ey?" Patton's voice is teasing, and Logan's somewhat glad that his face is hidden due to the dramatic pout he expresses at it. Yeah, he was curious, both to test whether or not opposites did attract, but also as to what Patton looked like nude. And even more so, what Patton was like in bed.
Logan had never thought about it before. He never had a reason to. Sure, those thoughts had popped up once or twice regarding Remus because of all the sexual comments he makes, and sometimes regarding Janus, just because he had a more sensual, more intimate personality. BUT Patton was more about platonic affection, and gentle, sweet, PG words with no ulterior motives or hidden innuendos.
Logan watches the kitchen slowly recede into the distance, Patton's nearly full cup of coffee left abandoned, while Logan just barely managed to finish his.
He bounces slightly as Patton climbs the stairs, before a shiver runs through him when he hears a door open.
He's gently laid down on Patton's bed moments later, Patton then moving to shut the door. He hesitates over the knob for a moment after it's closed, before turning back to Logan.
"Do you want me to lock it?" he then asks, clearly worried about whether or not that would make Logan feel uncomfortable or unsafe.
But Logan has no opposition. "Go ahead," he responds, sitting up slightly. He watches Patton closely as he turns the lock, before returning to Logan with just a couple large steps. He kneels on the edge of the bed, the mattress dipping with his weight, before his large hands run under the fabric of Logan's shirt.
Logan stiffens as the roughness of Patton's palms surprises him, causing goosebumps to spread over his skin, but as Patton pushes Logan's shirt up, exposing more and more of his lean body, Logan can't help but whine.
"You're so small," Patton comments, just as an observation. "With how much I encourage you to eat, there's hardly any meat on your bones!"
"I bet all of us look small compared to you," Logan refutes, no malice behind his words, just an equally genuine statement. It makes Patton laugh.
His thumbs gently caress Logan's nipples, before they pull away immediately after. "You're not wrong. All of you are just so... petite. But you... you're tall, at least. Not tall enough though. With so little mass, you're probably so weak!" Patton's thumbs rub harder against Logan's nipples, this time earning a loud moan, as Logan's hands move to cover the sensitive area. But the shy action only makes Patton smile.
Easily, he uses one of his hands to grab both of Logan's wrists, and is able to effortlessly pin them above Logan's head.
Logan flushes at the action.
"See what I mean?" Patton comments. "Good thing I'm here to take care of you. I'll make you feel so good, Logan! I'll treat you just right!" To emphasize his point, he leans down, stomach pressing hard against Logan's chest and causing him to gasp, and planting a sweet, and rather dramatic kiss to Logan's cheek.
Then, while he's so close, he kisses the side of Logan's mouth, more serious this time.
"Logan," he breathes, eyes staring upwards into Logan's, though Logan's gaze is focused away.
Logan doesn't respond.
Gently squeezing Logan's sides, Patton pushes his body further against Logan's, aware of the fact that he was crushing Logan's chest, making breathing more difficult. Logan moans at the pressure, however.
"Logan," Patton repeats, and this time Logan blinks to look down at him, where Patton's lips are still hovering to the side of Logan's own.
Logan lets out a shaky, excited breath. "Yeah?"
"You promise to tell me if you're uncomfortable?"
Logan's surprised by the question, but is quick to nod. "Of course."
Patton nods, hot breath running over Logan's face. "Good. Good boy. Just say red at any point if you want to stop, okay? I'll stop immediately. I promise. Even if it's because your throat's dry and you want a sip of water; don't hesitate to make sure I know your needs and can meet them. I want to make sure you're feeling as good as you possibly can. Okay, Logan?"
"Okay."
"You understand?"
Logan nods, hands finding Patton's wide shoulders and firmly squeezing them. There's something about being stuck underneath Patton that's making him feel weirdly warm and giddy. "I understand."
"Good boy." Patton's lips finally plant themselves firmly against Logan's, his thicker tongue prodding into Logan's mouth. Logan moans at the unfamiliar sensation, eyes rolling back into his head as Patton's hands slide down Logan's sides, before coming to rest on his hips, just barely dipping past the jeans he'd slid on less than an hour ago.
Patton breaks away for a mirror moment, licking the excess spit off his lips, as his hands slowly works to peel Logan's jeans off of his body. He's slow on purpose, eyes flickering between the clothing and Logan's face to admire how beautifully flustered he looks, before he tosses the article of closing onto the floor.
Then his hands move back up, pulling Logan's shirt off his arms and away from his head, and then it's carelessly tossed away as well.
"So small..." Patton coos, sign in pure adoration. "I'd love to pick you up and hold you against the wall while pleasing you." The words are said like they're coming straight out of a daydream, a mixture of innocent and dirtier intent seeping into Patton's voice. Logan whines at the admission.
"I can confidently say that I'm more attracted to your body type," Patton admits, eyes moving back to Logan's, staring at him, forcing eye contact as he speaks. "I'm attracted to the idea of easily being able to manhandle you. The idea of being able to properly carry you into the bath and hold you while giving you aftercare. The fact that when we hug, your head is forced against my chest. And the fact that when we have sex, my cock will no doubt be visible through the thin layer of fat in your stomach." One of Patton's hands pinch at the small amount of pudge in Logan's lower stomach to emphasize his point.
He hums. "But, this wasn't about me, was it? This was about wanting to confirm your results. Come to a conclusion yet?"
Logan is quick to shake his head. "No- no," he stammers, before clearing his throat, turning his head to the side out of humiliation. "Further data is... is required."
Patton's eyes sparkle in glee, playing along. "Noted. And further data will be provided. I'll just make sure to store it all somewhere safe..." Patton's hands run up Logan's thighs, before one of his fingers runs over the bulge and Logan's boxers, and then slowly trails down, well Patton's free hand holds the area under Logan's knee, lifting Logan's hips up easily, and allowing his finger to trace further downwards, and teasingly linger over his crack, indicating to the awaiting hole.
Logan lets out a shaky breath.
Patton smiles, and pulls his hand away innocently, before casually leaning over Logan. His stomach presses into Logan's face, squishing Logan's cheek against the side of the bed and his clothed tummy, as he reaches into his bedside drawer.
He seemingly pulls something out of it, shutting the drawer after, before leaning back again, not even realizing - or maybe just not acknowledging - the fact that Logan seemed flustered by the momentary position.
Logan watches as Patton shows him the bottle, clearly wanting Logan to stay in the loop of what they were doing, before setting it to the side. Then, he trails his hands underneath his own shirt, and Logan watches as it's quickly lifted up and over his head in a quick motion. The sudden exposure reveals a squishy stomach and boobs covered in stretch marks. Additionally, Patton's chest is covered in hair, and there's a trail of dirty blonde fuzz that travels down his stomach, leading right to his pants. Sure, Patton had a little bit of facial hair, and extremely hairy arms, and hairy legs, but Logan really never imagined him shirtless. Now that he was seeing him bare, though, it took the beloved phrase "papa bear" to a whole new level.
Patton grins at Logan's staring.
"Considering I'm just as fat shirtless, I doubt that's what you're surprised over. Are you, perhaps, seeing something you might like more than you initially thought?" His words are light and teasing, and while Logan wants to refute the statement, huff, and look away, he's stuck staring at Patton's round belly. A part of him wants to grope it, but his own embarrassment stops him.
Logan doesn't believe in conventional beauty. He believes everyone has their own preferences, and that those preferences can be influenced by those around us, whether that be people or the media. And while Logan has really never thought about his type - romantically or sexually - he's surprised to find out that it might genuinely be patent. staring at Patton right Patton. Logan's convinced that there's not a more attractive person or body type out there. It's the culmination of how big he is, how much body heat he produces, the hair on his body, the stretch marks, the squishiness; everything added up together is causing his brain to figuratively short circuit. He assumed his preferences would be based on science, and he'd be more attracted to somebody with a similar build to himself. He couldn't have been more wrong.
"I don't... I don't know," Logan admits, with a few breaths in between.
Patton smiles at him sweetly. "That's okay. You don't have to know. You don't have to come to a conclusion now, or ever really. Even if you like it a little bit, that doesn't have to dictate your preferences. Don't ever feel pressured to put a label on what you like, okay?" Patton's hands lovingly squeeze Logan's thighs. "Afterall, I'd prefer it if you stopped thinking so hard with your head. During times like this, the only thing that should be hard is..."
Patton's voice trails off, but when Logan follows his eyes down to his own bulge in his boxes, he flushes again.
"Don't look so embarrassed, Logan," Patton soothes, in a teasing voice. "It's cute. Really, I'm flattened. I mean- flattered. *You're* going to be flattened." He winks at Logan playfully, attempting to alleviate some of the tension, though the reminder of the pleasant pressure Patton provides does do quite a lot to soothe him.
Patton gently pats Logan's thigh, before pulling away shortly after, and Logan watches as Patton then slides his pants and boxers down all in one go. His thighs are covered in the same stretch marks as his upper body, and his legs were known to be hairy, but what Logan focuses on the most is the large cock between Patton's legs, hard and leaking.
While Logan would consider himself to be average, Patton was definitely far above. It was almost unrealistic how long and how girthy he was.
Logan sits up slightly. "Patton, that's... that's absurd." His voice shakes as he speaks, cutely reflecting his own concern over whether or not that was going to adequately fit inside of him.
"It'll fit," Patton assures him, soothing Logan's unspoken concerns. "Don't worry. I'll make sure you're prepped and everything. I'm not going to risk you tearing solely because I want to have sex with you; I care about you a lot more than that."
He presses a quick kiss to Logan's thigh as if it'll act as extra assurance, before he scoots back a tad in order to pull Logan's boxers off his body.
Humming happily, Patton gives Logan's cock a few, quick strokes, solely to hear him moan, before pulling away again. He reaches for the lube.
Logan watches with overly alert eyes as Patton pours half the bottle onto his hand, smearing it over his long, thick fingers, and making sure they're completely coated in the lubricant. Once he seems confident, he looks back towards Logan.
"Just try to relax for me, okay?" Patton asks, using his free hand to lift Logan's hips off the bed. "Deep breaths. Stop thinking for me. Just focus on the pleasure you're about to feel. I promised I'd take care of you, and intend to hold true to those words." Patton presses a quick kiss to Logan's calf, which he was holding near his shoulder.
Then, he slides his fingers into Logan. He starts with two, but those two are way bigger than anything Logan's ever taken before. It's overwhelming in the best way; Patton slowly scissors his fingers, spreading Logan's hole until Logan gets over the initial discomfort, and instead starts quietly panting, moaning between sharp inhales.
"There we go," Patton praises, smiling. "That's it. You're doing so good; you're taking my fingers so well. At this rate, you'll be ready for my cock in no time!"
Logan doubts that. He sneaks another glance towards the large cock between Patton's legs, letting out a shivering breath when he sees it again, before he's distracted by another finger sliding into his ass. Turning back to Patton, he swallows his spit, embarrassed, when he notices Patton's knowing smile, clearly having witnessed Logan's staring.
He drives his fingers into Logan harder, finally earning a pathetically loud cry, as Logan's head falls back against the pillows. His back arches off the bed at the feeling of Patton's long fingers thrusting hard against his prostate. Though not initially intentional, Patton's thrilled by the reaction it earns, so he aims for that spot from that point forward.
Each jab into his prostate has him tensing, squirming, and moaning loud, and Patton visibly loves every second of it.
Soft coos of "you look so cute," and praises of "my good boy" spill into the air, leaving Logan admittedly a little flustered. Such compliments weren't typically reserved for someone like him. Usually praise directed towards his ideas or his intelligence were favored over comments about his physicality or obedience (partially due to the fact he was lawfully defiant if applicable), so the new compliments have him scrambling to receive more.
His legs spread further apart, flexing with each thrust, and he feels a sudden flash of warmth overtake his body when Patton pushes a fourth finger inside of him.
But all too soon, the feeling's gone.
"Now, now, Logan," Patton lightly scolds, shaking his head, as his fingers slowly slip out of Logan's hole. It twitches in protest. "Don't have too much fun. After all, my fingers aren't even the main course!" Patton holds them up proudly, slick with a mixture of lube and sweat, but he wipes them on the bed shortly after.
Logan watches as Patton reaches for the rest of the lube that he had discarded previously. using the other half, he pours it directly onto his hard cock, pumping his shaft a few times in order to adequately spread the lubricant around.
After he believes his cock is fully coated, he's quick to grab and grope Logan's thighs. He spreads them further apart, causing a pleasant ache the course through Logan's body, before he positions his cock at Logan's hole.
"Ready, Logan?" he asks, but he doesn't wait very long for an answer. Instead, he begins to slowly push in.
Logan is immediately overwhelmed by the sheer girth of Patton's cock. As it pushes into him, he realizes it's a lot more of a stretch than Patton's fingers provided, and he thought that was a lot. He cries out in an excited yet fearful mixture, causing Patton to lean over him.
"Shhh," Patton soothes, kissing the corner of Logan's lips. "It'll be all right. I promise. just relax. I promise you won't care. I promise it'll feel good." As Patton's cock slides into him, Patton leans harder against him, nearly crushing his stomach, and causing Patton to have to apply more force in order to get more of his shaft in the Logan's hole. Logan rolls his hips pathetically, but his small movements mean little to Patton, who's groaning carelessly into Logan's ear.
"You're so tight," Patton moans, large hands squeezing Logan's thighs. He pushes his cock in a little bit more. "Does it feel good, Logan? How are you feeling. Talk to me."
"Overwhelming," Logan cries out, glasses skewed on his face. His fingers dig into Patton's wide shoulders.
Patton suddenly lets up a little, concerned. "Overwhelming in a good way, or overwhelming in a bad way?"
Logan feels weirdly flustered as one of Patton's hands comes to cup his cheek, slowly thumbing at the area and wiping away tears that Logan didn't even know were falling.
"Good," he eventually manages to stammer out. It did feel good, he was just so new to all of these feelings. Sexual pleasure was something he rarely experienced, and now it was quite literally being thrusted upon him. And he was enjoying it a lot.
Patton nods, sighing in relief. "Good. I'm glad. Don't hesitate to tell me if you feel uncomfortable or unhappy at any point, okay?" Kissing Logan's cheek, Patton couldn't help peppering a bit of affection into this situation, before with a sudden thrust, he manages to fit the rest of his cock inside of Logan. Both of them moan in unison, Logan's nails digging into Patton's shoulders while Patton holds Logan's hips firmly, before they stay like that for a moment, nothing but the sound of their heavy breaths echoing throughout the room.
Patton pulls back slightly a few seconds later, bright red, but clearly interested in something specific. Much to his delight, he grins once he can finally see Logan's stomach beneath his own.
Due to the size difference between them, and the girth of Patton's cock compared to Logan's leaner build, there was a noticeable bulge where Patton's cock was nestled inside of him. Rubbing a hand over it, Patton can't help letting out a loving "awwww."
Logan shifts his hips a bit, whining at the minimal friction he receives, but Patton takes note.
"Okay, love. I'm going to start out slow, but I'll speed up gradually, okay? That way I don't overwhelm you even more. Besides, it'll give you an opportunity to savor this, and really think about how statistics are holding up right now."
With that, Patton slowly drags his cock out, before pushing it back in, slow, but hard. His thrusts are firm and angled, but his pace is steady enough to give Logan time to recover after each plunge.
Little moans and shortened breaths between his noises make Patton moan all on his own, more aroused by Logan's surprisingly expressive sounds than he is the moist warmth surrounding his cock. It encourages him to speed up his thrusts slightly, and once more, his cock thrusts hard into Logan's prostate, causing Logan to jolt and cry out in pleasure.
"Patton!" Logan whines, eyes squeezed shut as pleasured tears roll down his face. "Right there, please! Please!"
"Aw, you never have to beg for me, Logan." Patton kisses at the tears rolling down Logan's face, holding Logan's hips up off of the bed while he fucks into him. His stomach is back to weighing heavily against Logan's own, but Logan loves it.
Patton aims for that specific spot, thrusting against it over and over, driving Logan into pleasure-filled, figurative madness.
He can't even think to beg Patton to touch his cock, and he's not sure such could be accomplished with the gut pressing against it anyway.
But that provides all the friction Logan needs, and with Patton's stomach compressing and rubbing against his cock mixed with the feeling of his prostate being brutally assaulted, Logan's quick to be overcome with warmth, before coming hard with a loud cry.
Patton's thrusts slow slightly, mainly so he can lift up slightly, but then he's just wrapping a hand around Logan's cock and pumping it quick.
Logan lets out a sob of overstimulation, crying out pathetically as Patton thrusts and strokes in tandem. Patton's groaning at every clench around his cock, thrusting harder into Logan's hole, though he stays at a slower pace. Judging by the way he bites his bottom lip, eyes occasionally blinking shut for long periods of time, Logan guesses he's getting close. The idea of Patton coming inside of him makes him whimper.
Cock twitching, Logan's left to writhe in overstimulated pleasure as Patton touches him, relentless in his pursuit of both Logan's cock and his prostate, before Patton suddenly grunts in pleasure.
And a few more deep thrusts later, Patton's coming inside of Logan, streams of semen flooding into Logan's ass. It causes Logan's stomach to bulge, even fuller with the added come. The feeling of being stuffed completely full proceeds to push him over the edge as well, and his nails dig into Patton's arms as he spills once again, this time making a mess over Patton's hand.
Both of them stay still for a few seconds, panting and breathing in the air, thick with the smell of musk and sex. It's silent, before Patton is pulling out of Logan, causing a flood of come to spill from Logan's hole. Logan whines at the feeling, but Patton gently shushes him, instead lifting Logan up - ignoring the mess on both of them - and holding him easily against his chest. He then flips onto his back, collapsing against the soft mattress, still cuddling Logan, and holding him tight.
"Let's take a bit to breathe," Patton says, quietly. "And then I'll get us both cleaned up. And then you can tell me your thoughts about that study. Okay?"
Logan quietly huffs out a last, letting his eyes close in post-orgasmic bliss. "Okay."
I’m not into monsters that actively want to kill me, but I am into monsters who totally could and give consistent reminders of that. The twitch of a dangerously clawed hand when you do something that excites them, the effortlessness of how they can pick you up and have you wherever they want, sharp teeth pressed against your skin in the heat of it; just shy of drawing blood. You feel?
Guess whose got! More spicy anxceit! Naga 18+ addition!
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So. a lil Context under the cut explaining some of the pictured rope-work bc i’m just now realizing it probably looks v unsafe compared to what i had actually imagined it being, but also where i’ll put the link for the fic this inspired once i’ve finished writing it and posted it💜
So, first and foremost, i wanna clear it up that the intended** shibari/rope play displayed is not meant to be choking Janus out the way that it looks, the rope in Virgil’s hands is seperate from the robe tied around Jan’s body and neck. The intended affect is simply to keep Janus’s chin tilted up and pinned and theres no active choking going on, just careful restraint of the head.
**please do not think what i’ve drawn is realistic rope play bc i didn’t exactly use references at first bc this was meant to be a sketch that i just ended up getting really into finishing, in fighting w/ their anatomy i hadnt realized i really didnt know exactly how shibari works and didnt wanna ruin it by reworking the lineart after getting so close to finished Dx**
Fic link(fic in progress)
Bonus x2: Jan’s got no dicks bc he’s an egg-laying naga and has a womb specifically for carrying and incubating eggs till they’re almost ready to hatch. Bc trans rights. And also bc i’m always going to project onto jan like this. 👏He👏deserves👏to👏be👏bred👏too!👏
(But yes. Virgil succeeds in filling Jan up w/ plenty of eggs, and Janus succeeds in being very grumpy yet very pleased abt it)
The thought of mounting some dumb needy little slut in heat so I can bury my cock as deep as it'll go and breed them beneath me is just too much right now. They'd be small and weak pinned down under my bodies weight, no distance between our skin as I force myself deeper into their burning heat. They've stopped thinking or even talking sense all they do is drool n whine and try to rut against my uncontrollable thrusting hips. My hands are gripping them so tightly, pulling myself as close as possible, I've lost my usually gentle nature and concerned attitude, all that matters right now is that I shoot my load as deep inside them as I can, and then fuck it even deeper.
I'm still thinking about those inflatable knots, though. Just sliding the toy inside a pretty thing, hearing that wet sound as it goes, watching their face as they take it to the hilt. Then, giving them the first pump that just makes it slightly bigger, watching the way their eyes widen as they feel the stretch for the first time. It's still small, so I can fuck it out of them before thrusting it inside, making them grow more wet as they feel the round shape go in and out of their pussy. Once they're somewhat used to it, I inflate it twice all at once, smirking at them as I see the surprise on their face. At this point, it's slightly bigger than what they're used to taking, so it clings to their walls as I move my hips, forcing it out of their hole before fucking it back inside. Once they start to moan louder, almost reaching their peak, I inflate it again and again and again. This time, I stop every movement and stare down at their pussy as I slowly pull my hips back. It stretches their hole, stuck inside by its sheer size and refusing to leave that warmth. They're whining, desperate as they lose that edge and try to get used to this growing thing taking up so much space, bigger than anything their tight pussy ever took. I just smile, asking if it feels good feeling my knot stretching their pretty hole like this, calling them a slut for even taking something this big inside them. Finally, as they try to fuck themselves on this huge knot, I bring a vibrator to their clit, making them come again and again and again while stuffed full, clenching around it as they shake and tremble.
Been holding onto a spicy art piece that i finished a few days ago bc i figured i wanted to finish the explanation under the cut, which i realize now had devolved into me literally just writing out the bare bones of it for a fic, and i stopped as soon as i got to the spicy part, and i have notes written to address in the spicy part if i decide to finish it, but like. I havent posted it yet bc the spicy part isnt written?? At this point i’d do petter to just release it as a separate fic??
So. Where i’m going w/ this is: would yall be on board with a spicy naga!anxceit fic where it gets a little bit into the dub-con territory but like, no ones actually unsympathetic, per-say?(maybe?? Idk?? I always write virgil as a softdom and he is but like a ‘They’re both nagas and its mating season’ kind of fic trope, yknow?)
Whys my brain gotta go and try and figure out how to combine anxceit, werewolf!virgil, and omegaverse? Is anyone of those in a spicy context not enough??? (Apparently not.)
..... Omegaverse au where werewolves exist but still lay low as supernatural beings that most believe are just folktale legends/myths bc theres not enough known sightings/science about the rare individuals able to fully embody their inner alpha/beta/omega to a transformation extent. They absolutely exist, but to avoid becoming popular spectacles paraded around in the media coming out publicly is usually avoided at all costs.
(A whole ramble below the cut, including spicy scenes written out near the end after a lil story context~
mentions of a/b/o, omega!Janus(with AFAB terms used bc he trans babey!) And Alpha!Werewolf!Virgil, size difference, size kink, breeding kink, and eventual consensual impreg at the very end)
oh and tagging @softdomxiety bc u seemed interested if i went anywhere w/ this?
Virgil is a lone wolf who was raised by his now late parents who passed down the ability to fully 'shift' and taught him how to use and control it and himself. Some people view werewolves as these lawless, unhinged beasts that are barely human when shifted(which, obviously wrong) and there are people who obviously believe that that's bullshit and if werewolves *did* exist they'd still be people too?? Duh?? And a select few who, further still, defend the concept entirely and have made it there lifes work to discover their existence. These few are often written off as crazy and are usually the outcasts of their town.(I'm imagining this is set back in time just enough that science cant prove or disprove the existance of werewolves and there's alot less of humanity overall to where most wereolves are able to live in peace on the outskirts of towns and often reside comfortable in farmer/hunting roles for small towns?
Janus is an omega human with no werewolf traits(to his knowledge), but he is one of those few that believes in werewolf shifters and would be considered a werewolf-sympathizer if he ever opened his mouth about it. Rumor has it that his father kicked him out of the house at a young age after burning half the side of his face with fire in an attempt to 'burn the devil out of him for believing in such things and disrespecting his parentage with furthering these lies and making himself un-marriable with this level of blasphemy' or something to that affect. His parents definately overdid it and were already abusive as all hell and barely saw Janus as a person himself so it really wasnt nearly as surprising as it ahouldve been. Unfortunately(or perhaps fortunately?) in their small little town, this whole event makes him into a social pariah.
In Jan's opinion, it's easier to be avoided and shunned than crowded around and screamed at, so it works out.
Eventually he escapes and moves towns once he hits the age of being married off, going states away and into a far more secluded place on the outskirts of a more open and bustling town, planning on keeping his life quiet and peaceful and alone whilst surrounded by far nicer people. He knows how to talk and chatter his way around people, knows how to see through intentions and is extremely quick-witted and sharper than anyone knows how to interact or really expects from this tiny angry and scarred omega(even though in hindsight, it makes sense.)
Turns out Janus moved into a cottage not too far off from Virgil's territory and own home, and they end up seeing eachother as neighbors. Seeing as Virgil is an Alpha, and scents as a very strange, very strong alpha at that, Janus is immediately a little wary of the guy. Virgil himself is also wary, bc this sharp omega looks like hes been through hell and back, and obviously lives alone, and the last thing Virgil needs is more curious townspeople snooping around their territories to meet and try and 'befriend'(see:harass) the pretty new omega in town only to constantly catch wind of a wolf nearby.
And they absolutely get off to a rocky start, because Janus refuses help even though hes never done garden work in his life and is literally only relying on books to tell him what to do and how, and hes not particularly fond of it but the less he needs to go into town, the better. Janus has no issues snipping at Virgil when he feels the other is overstepping and overlooking his efforts, and Virgil has no problem telling it how he sees it, not sugarcoating it even if Janus is an omega bc he figures Janus has had enough of people treating him like a helpless fragile baby when hes obviously trying to make it on his own-Virgil just steps in when Janus is actively in danger of hurting/poisoning himself. It becomes a weird back-and-forth acquaintanceship-turned-friendship as Janus settles a little more into himself and this new lifestyle and Virgil settles a little the longer this omega remains overall non-hostile/malicious and becomes more and more familiar. They bicker and sass eachother plenty, but overtime it softens and edges into a fondness for eachother, however both are prideful and have their own secrets to keep, so neither exactly know if confessing their feelings would ruin this tentative peace and comfortable friendship that theyve never really had before??
How does it all come out, I wonder? Does Virgil eventually confess his secret after Janus confesses his love? Or, and hear me out, one early-winter afternoon before the first snow Janus finds himself caught out in the cold, gathering a bit more firewood before nightfall, just to be safe, and stumbling upon a trap hidden under the brush, the kind that slips tight around your ankle and pulls it up at an awkward angle. It's Agony. The pain of one leg being knocked out from under him, the force of gravity as everything flips and his weight pulls painfully on his trapped ankle as body hits the icy ground, hard.
In the confusion, the axe Janus had held had gone flying out of his grip, landing far out of reach near his half chopped pile of wood, and the wind knocked squarely out of his chest. Swearing up and down as he struggles to get himself free, he takes a moment to assess his options. Whatever animal this trap was meant for had been large for how high up his body was being held, and likely strong because the cord digging into his skin felt like it was made of sharp icy steel. It was actually making him bleed the more he struggled, which was not good. It was cold, and he hadnt told Virgil he was planning to make an extra log run(even though he knew he had permission from Virgil so longer as they worked together to replant the trees they used each winter in the following spring), it'd been an impulsive decision-something janus wasnt really known for, which meant he was stuck outside in the winter, in a trap that was actively wounding him and stuck strung upside-down enough that only his head could brush the ground, he couldnt reach his axe even if he tried, and he didnt have the upper body strength to free his ankle even if he had remembered to bring his pocket knife(which, he hadnt), and with every minute that passed Janus was only bound to get colder and colder as the wind ripped through him. His only blessing was that it hadn't really started snowing yet for the season, so he did the only thing he could think of, started screaming for help. If he was miraculously lucky, someone would hear his cries through the wind and come running, but chances were slim when it was only Janus and Virgil out this far in the woods, and Virgil, he knew, had left on a hunting trip not two days earlier.
At worst, Janus could hope that the cold would kill him before the blood rushing to his head would. At best, maybe a predator not yet settled for hibernation would hear his cries and come put him out of his trapped misery.
Though, he really started rethinking that latter theory, maybe a few hours later(?), when a massive hulking grey-black wolf eventually came into view. Combined with the dizzy headrush and hypothermic brainfog, he wouldnt really be able to tell just how large it was, but it certainly was plently large enough to rip Janus limb from limb if it wanted.
There was a flurry of movement and then Janus found himself crashing to the ground, free. Blinking his eyes open, he saw deep grey eyes staring down into his, and was struxk with the odd image of the wolf holding the axe in it's mouth.
.....Had he died already?
In the next moment, Janus world would go black, and he would lose consciousness as his body finally gave into exhaustion. There was maybe a brief moment of consciousness where Janus thought he was draped along thhe wolf's back, which had to have been impossible because wolves weren't quite strong enough to do that. ...right? And?? How?? But the nonsense of it all wouldnt set in as he drifted back into the dark of unconciousness.
When he woke up again, hours later, he was in Virgils house, on a couch infront of the fireplace wrapped up in layers of warm blankets, his foot and ankle bandaged and wrapped carefully, socked and warm. And, notibly, wearing Virgils signature jacket over some oversized thermals instead of the clothes Janus had been wearing originally.
For the next day and a half, Virgil would fuss and motherhen over Janus, clearly upset with the other's predicament and clearly shaken up after apparently having found Janus half conscious and half frozen and wounded from a trap designed to maim werewolves. It wasn't the kind of fretting Janus was used to, it wasnt 'you're a fragile omega, what were you thinking??' It was 'you are my friend and i love you and you nearly died, no way in hell are you lifting a finger until I'm assured of your eventual full recovery going well'
Which, it takes a bit, but Janus does eventually piece together the full pixture, of the massive wolf and Virgil being the one to find Janus trapped, the inital strangely strong scent of the forest that Virgil had always carried with him before Janus got familiar with it, able to detect bits and pieces of virgils actual scent underneathe, and the way that wolf's scent had matched virgils, but was amplified in a way that it would not be hidden by the cover of the forest. It had been overwhelming at the time, having likely scented Virgil's panic at the time, but it had clicked. Virgil still seemed panicked, there was an underlying nervousness that he carried in stance and scent even though he seemed desprate to hold and comfort and protect Janus, but felt like he couldnt, like Janus would scorn him if he did? There was no way Janus didnt remember the wolf, not after he'd asked about how a wolf couldve carried him here, how it wasn't there anymore, where'd it go? And virgil, bless his heart, has always been a bit of a terrible liar to those he lets close.
And Janus could only really find himself feeling relief.
And that relief allowed him to cup Virgils face with his bare hands, gaze into his dark grey eyes, and gently tell him the truth of his burns, of his curiosity and belief in werewolves and their equal rights as people, and the abuse and violence he was put through and made to endure for years because he dared voice it once. And so how even now, he still believed in them, and that if Virgil happened to be one, he would take that secret to his grave, because he loved Virgil, all of Virgil, every version of him, wanted to be his mate one day-if Virgil felt the same, anyway. Even if Virgil didnt love him back, he'd still never utter a word, he'd sooner die than out virgil for something he'd never had control over having.
And Virgil just. Slumps. The lingering anxiety rushing out in a whoosh of a sigh, leaning oh so carefully into Jan's hands and shakily nuzzling them, softly murmuring a returned 'Love you too. So much.'
And theres still plent that gets talked about, that gets worked through, boundaries that are set, ect. Janus happily gets all the cuddles with his spaceheater of a boyfriend as his ankle heals. He spends a long time walking with his crook staff, but eventually makes an almost complete recovery, save for the days it aches when the weather changes. They end up dating for a while as they work their schedules out together.
Then Janus discovers that Virgil indeed has a third form, one half man half wolf, that does immerge on full moons, but also can immerge during Virgils ruts. And. Its hot. Really really hot. Virgil is already hung and is able to pound against Jan's inner-locking easily, knot not included, from his sheer size alone, which he loves to do primarily because its one of the few things that fully shuts Jans snarky mouth up during sex and simply makes the omega writhe with pleasure. The fact that if Virgil gets the angle right, he gets a gorgeous show of his cock fucking Jan' cunt through the head bulging in his belly drives them both wild.
But in werewolf form? During a Rut? Big sharp hands grasping gently at Jan's smaller hips, sharp careful teeth nibbling claim marks into untouched skin, a large muscular body thats a bit taller and bigger than Virgils human form either pinning Janus face down or pulling him back to chest into his lap, the massive cock a bit more beastlike in nature and the bulb of the knot just a little bit bigger than what Jan's used to.
The stretch is massive and wrecks Janus in the best way, his body barely able to sheath it completely even when knotted, his inner-locking fucked open and tied tight around the head of the massive cock, as his belly bulging to completely reveal the outline of it inside him. Janus adores it in rare doses, as it does put a strain on his body even if he's happy to be bred over and over till hes within an inch of unconciousness. Virgil is plenty capable of doing so whilst not in werewolf form, dont get me wrong, but i'd like to think it's a rare treat for them to share together when his inner wolf wants to join in physically during one of Virgils ruts.
I'd like to think Jans on some kind of birth control, time-period relevance be damned(this is my fantasy world and im in control of what's in it dang it xD) so Virgil and Jan dont have to worry abt pups every time they fuck? bc. Theyre both individuals who have been lonely and touchstraved for a long time. Theyre very very physically affectionate behind closed doors. Janus is happy to drape himself over Virgil for attention, and Virgil will carefully drape himself over janus to pin him in place to win a play-fight. Early morning cuddles that turn into unhurried loving cuddle-fucking, daring teasing that turns into being cornered and fiercely kissed and perhaps fucked up against a wall or over a counter, a mutually tense and stressful day unwound by a few rounds of careful but fervent fucking, a funishment of cockwarming that turns into accidental knotting halfway through that is then followed with overstimulating Jan's lil cock/clit while hes still cumming around Virgils knot. They fuck alot. But the reason I bring up birth control outside of that is bc Janus absolutely has a breeding kink that Virgil is happy to feed that kink and fantasy while role-playing and teasing Janus abt breeding/knocking him up him so good. Growling into jan's ear about 'going to fill you up with pups' as he rams his cock in over and over until his knot pops in and his cock spears in deep, murmuring quiet encouragement while circling his love's twitching clit to 'relax so your locking will let me in and fill your womb full of pups, just a little more, thats it, there we go, easy, thats it, good boy, mmm, took me so well, bet it feels so good, milking me for all ive got, bet you'll be carrying my pups in no-time then, hm?' And janus will just be losing his mind, his eyes rolled up in pleasure and his legs twitching with every pulse of his orgasm and feeling each warm hot shot of cum pumped directly into his womb and making him feel so so so full. (Bc Virgil cums so much. Hes always had a ridiculous amt of cum per orgasm, and I'm absolutely calling it a werewolf thing.)
Do they actually plan on having pups? Eventually, especially after theyve been mated for a few years, yes. Once Virgil and Janus can be assured that they can raise werewolf pups safely where they are settled(they can) and that they will be able to provide everyrhing they need for their pups(they will), then they try for a baby. And. I'd like to think that they wait till just before Jan's next heat to stop taking birth control so that they have the best possible chance at knocking Jan up.
And Virgil doesnt hesitate, once Janus heat has fully hit and his love is begging for his cock, to put Jan in a breeding press, pinning jans knees up and stretching his omegas drenched cunt open slowly with his cock till he bottoms out, giving his loves body time to adjust, before pulling out halfway and starting an absolutely brutal pace. Making Janus mewl with pleasure as he trembles and cums from the rough treatment against his locking alone. Before long Virgil knots Janus, coaxing Janus's locking into wrapping tight around the head of his cock and keeping every drop of cum locked deep inside his love's womb, watching as Jan's face screws up in pure pleasure as his orgasm finally hits.
The moment Virgil's knot finally deflates and releases the tie, he's carefully rearranging Janus onto his elbows and knees, pinning him there as he slips back inside his love and immediately picks up a fast pace, fucking any escaping cum back deep into his love's full womb as he works to breed yet another load into the mix, working Janus up into pitiful whines and whimpers of pleasure, mewling desprately with the sweet treatment of his swollen anf overstimulated clit, unsure if hes experiencing another orgasm or aftershocks still from the last, but in no time Virgil is popping his knot back in with the purred demand for pups, Jan's locking barely getting a chance to resist before its already gripping tight around the pulsing head of his alphas cock, sealing in a second massive load that makes Jan's eyes roll, womb stuffed so full theres no way hes not getting knocked up.
Virgil eases them down onto the bed, curling up around his love while still locked deep inside, smelling the first wave of Jan's heat finally receeding, and with the way it takes only two more full waves to crest before Jans heat receeds into a low pleased simmer for the rest of the heat is more than telling on how successful theyd been.
So successful, infact, that they end up with their 'first' being a set of twins. ;)
