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"You're going to call off that storm..."

"You.... MONSTER!!"

Full Illustration down here buddies

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messy eater

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i have thoughts about the vengeance saga that belong in this blog. but i will keep them to myself

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calculester secret ending: get in the fucking robot

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thinking about that scene in awyhm where patton helps roman put on jewelry.. yeah i could work with this

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Just Your Typical Tuesday

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Safe to say, getting fucked senseless by a pair of extremely attractive demons had not been on Janus’ schedule for the afternoon. But here he was, and he certainly wasn’t complaining.

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Pairing: Anaroceit

Word Count: 4675

Warnings/kinks: Teeth, rimming, double penatration, teratophilia

Notes:

Yep, here you go, a small insight into my wicked, wicked brain. Enjoy! Maybe I'll be able to write more now that I've managed to finish one haha.

I think I've pretty much summed everything up in the tags but if theres anything else I should be warning for then please lmk!

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Janus was bored, and a little lonely. That was his only excuse. 

It’s not like he’d intended to get into this situation, his friend Remus had casually mentioned attempting to summon a demon as the plan for their next hang out and Janus had wanted to be prepared for what would be happening - he didn’t particularly enjoy being caught off guard, especially by Remus. So he’d feigned interest and asked Remus about it and he’d excitedly sent Janus all sorts of crazy links to videos and dodgy websites with tutorials on how to summon demons. Janus just picked the third link down - the first one he’d seen when opening up the messages simply because his eye was drawn to the vaguely attractive drawing of a purple-skinned demon - set up the circle with some half used chalk and found some old candles in a drawer somewhere to light. He wasn’t putting that much effort into it - it’s not like he actually believed in this stuff, after all. 

He was so sure it wouldn’t work that after he had lit the candles and said the incantation with the demon’s name - something so hard to pronounce Janus was still not sure if he’d said it right after everything had come to pass - a few times, he simply shrugged and went to sit on his plush couch. Maybe he could see if there was anything interesting on the T.V.

It was just as he reached for the remote that his living room filled with an angry cloud of purple and black smoke, coming from the small candles. Janus stared, frozen, at the sight. Those tiny candles should not be able to produce such smoke - and it was such an unnatural colour - he hoped it wouldn’t set off the fire alarm. 

Something oozed, for a few minutes, from within the circle. something that looked like black sludge slowly forming into the shape of a figure - did it have extra limbs, or…

“Hey!” The figure said, seemingly startled, and a little annoyed. Through the smoke Janus could see their silhouette push away another, a second figure, “Did you hitch a ride on my summoning?”

“Yes! Because you always get to have such fun!” The second practically whined, though his voice was musical - even with such a tone, “I wanted in on it, for once.”

“Well then maybe you should get summoned more often,” The first suggested, almost teasing, “I think it’s a skill issue on your part, if the mortals aren’t talking about you as much.”

An offended gasp, Janus wasn’t sure if they even knew he was here.

“Well maybe if I got summoned more I could show them! I haven’t been summoned in a hundred years, V! C’mon! Let me have some fun.”

With those slightly worrying words and even more worrying tone, Janus decided it was time to make himself known to them. He cleared his throat - awkwardly. 

“Um,” He said, eloquent, Janus, what a wonderful job you just did, “Hello-?”

A gasp of what sounded like delight echoed from the second figure, before he was shushed by the first, “This is my mortal,” Janus heard the first hiss - and oh dear, that was a nice sound - before shoving the other, “Get your own, Princey.”

“Oh can’t you share, for once?” ‘Princey’ grumbled. V chuckled, voice low, before finally stepping out of the smoke so that Janus could see him properly, quickly followed by his… friend. Oh. Oh dear indeed. Janus was glad he was sitting. 

The first - ‘V’ was unmistakably the demon depicted on the weird dodgy website, though the art couldn’t possibly hold a candle to the real thing. 

He was tall, to start, taller than Janus by a long way. He’d guess the demon was almost seven feet tall easily. His skin was a luscious violet, deep and dark with subtler markings of a darker indigo - making an almost marble effect across his skin. His hair was black with lilac at the tips, his undercut highlighting his sharply pointed ears adorned with a myriad of jewellery and the curling horns that tapered from his forehead and curled behind his ears, white at the tips. His eyes were a shimmering silver and catlike - with slit pupils instead of round.

Not to mention that he was wearing very little. A black top that looked like it had been haphazardly cut and matching shorts, with enough chains and belts that he jingled when he moved. Fishnet tights and thigh-high boots with enough buckles and accessories to make your average scene kid tremble really pulled it together. Not to mention the thin tail that flicked back and forth behind him. Fading to white at the pointed tip just like his horns. 

And his friend? Well. 

Janus’ eyes were immediately drawn from his warm red skin dotted with dimly glowing gold freckles to the large wings tucked against his back. Black feathers ruffled when he moved, the primaries were tipped in gold as though he’d dipped them in the metal. He practically glittered. His own slim horns reminded Janus of some kind of goat, holding back his flaming red hair, streaked with gold just like the rest of him. Even his eyes reflected the same fire, molten pools of amber fixed on him that pinned him to the spot. His pupils expanded when he met Janus’ eyes. 

“Oh how sweet!” The red one practically cooed, “Aren’t you a lovely little mortal? Simply adorable - don’t you think, V? Won’t he be just perfect?”

He turned to the other, who had also been looking at Janus with a look of consideration on his face that had Janus worrying a little about what he had summoned. 

V let out that same chuckle again, giving the other some indecipherable look before moving gracefully closer to him and crouching down to eye level, bracing one knee on the couch beside Janus’ own leg - the position had him blushing. It was only made worse when V’s hand came to grasp his chin - too hard to be called a gentle touch, but not hard enough to hurt him or leave a mark - tilting his head this way and that as the demon examined him closely. 

“There’s no need to be scared, sweetie,” The demon whispered to him, “We won’t bite.”

“Unless you’re into that,” Princey said, his smirk evident in his tone - and when had he gotten so close? He knelt on the sofa too, to Janus’ other side, his arm braced against the back of the cushions and his wings splayed behind him, “Does this mean we can share?”

“...I’m not opposed,” V said, with a small smirk, he was still looking at Janus - who still didn’t know what was happening, share? What did they mean, share? “Is that okay with you, little one? Can we share you?”

Janus realised a few seconds too late that he was supposed to have an answer to that, both demons looked at him expectantly - V, with a passive gaze and ‘Prince’ with thinly veiled hope bordering on desperation - Janus didn’t know what to say, “...Share me?” he asked instead, V’s mask of indifference seemed to falter a little. He shared another odd glance with Prince again.

“Little one,” V said again, gently squeezing his face for his attention - he certainly had it, he didn’t need to do much more than exist for that, “Did you do any research before you summoned me?”

Janus flushed bright red with embarrassment, “...I never actually expected it to work, so- not really… um, my name is Janus, by the way, not ‘little one’.”

Boldly, the red-haired demon leant forward and hooked his chin over Janus’ shoulder. His wild hair brushing his cheek. Janus couldn’t help but relax into the touch - he was so warm.

“Roman-” V hissed, and Janus guessed that must be the other demon’s name, because he looked up with a pout, “He doesn’t know what’s going on, sweetie, it’s not fair.”

Roman groaned, before muttering a quiet ‘fine’ and moving to leave. Janus hated how cold it left him - he’d always run colder. 

“No- wait-” Janus said quickly, mere seconds after Roman pulled away, he tried to reach to pull him back, “I may not know exactly what’s happening - but I’m not naive either, and I don’t mind you touching me.”

With newly granted permission, Roman was back in an instant, nuzzling into the crook of Janus’ neck as his arms snaked around his middle - pulling him effortlessly to sit in his lap. Janus spared a thought that had him blushing to how strong the demon must be. 

“Don’t keep him all to yourself,” Virgil practically growled, crawling properly onto the sofa after them and reaching for Janus where he’d let go so that Roman could move him, “You’re okay with touch, hm, little one?”

Janus blushed pink at the nickname, but nodded anyway. He shivered as he felt a cool hand press to his waist, the light pinprick of claws digging into his side making his breath catch in his throat as he felt sparks fly through his nervous system. He was acutely aware of V���s hand on his waist and Roman’s warm hands resting on his stomach with just his shirt between them and his skin. Janus thought he might explode as V’s hand cupped his cheek once more, guiding his face down until they were mere centimetres apart. Suddenly the meaning of the whole sharing thing became a lot clearer. Though Janus didn’t think he had much of a problem with this apparent arrangement.

“My name is Virgil,” V whispered to him, Janus could feel his warm breath fanning over his lips, he felt what might’ve been Roman pressing a kiss to his spine though his shirt, he shuddered, “May I?”

Instead of answering, Janus just leant forwards and bridged the final few centimetres between them himself. His lips met Virgil’s gently, at first, though the kiss was quickly deepened as Virgil tilted his head to slot their lips together and flicked his tongue against Janus’ mouth, a request to take things just a little further. 

He was pushed back until Roman had to support them with a hand pressed against the small of Janus’ back. Virgil’s tongue twined with his, the demon sucking lightly on Janus’ lip before returning to his exploration of the other’s mouth with eagerness that Janus had never felt from a partner before.

A moan from Janus’ left realerted him to the presence of the other demon, though Roman seemed to be enjoying himself fine just watching, if the hardness pressed against his thigh where he was seated on the demon’s lap was anything to go by. 

Virgil chuckled that deep chuckle that - had Janus been standing - would’ve made his knees weak as he pulled away, pressing an almost chaste kiss to his lips before smirking and using his hand on Janus’ cheek to tilt his face in Roman’s direction.

“Go on, my dear,” Virgil said, it wasn’t clear which of them he was talking to, but both of them got the message anyway. Roman practically dived for him, his teeth teasing at Janus’ lip and pulling a small gasp from him before Roman’s warm hand in his hair forced them closer as Roman kissed him. Belatedly he realised that the demon had lost his shirt at some point whem he had been kissing Virgil as his hands found a warm, bare chest where there should’ve been fabric. 

Virgil’s hands wandered whilst he and Roman kissed, slipping under Janus’ shirt to trace his hip bone, his stomach, his ribs, his back. Moments later Virgil’s lips found his neck, first with gentle airy kisses and then with rougher ones involving teeth and tongue that Janus knew would leave his skin bruised and marked. The idea had him moaning into Roman’s mouth - a sound that the other swallowed greedily. 

He felt sharp teeth drag up the length of his neck and Janus was gone, letting out an obscene moan that made both demons laugh.

“Oh?” Virgil whispered from behind him, voice close enough to Janus’ ear to make him shiver, “Do you like my fangs, little one?”

Janus groaned at the teasing, but Virgil didn’t seem to accept that as an answer, gently biting the shell of his ear for emphasis, though it just had Janus a moaning mess again, “Yes-” He huffed, trying to sound annoyed - though he might be failing a little with how breathless his voice comes out with Roman still kissing him between his words, “Yes I do.”

“Such a good little mortal,” Roman said into his mouth, his hands dropping to rest upon Janus’ thighs as Virgil let out a low rumbling of approval and went back to his previous task of licking and sucking marks into Janus’ neck, his hands creeping to undo the buttons on Janus’ shirt. A task he quickly got to helping with, flinging the shirt to the side as Virgil wasted no time continuing his trail of kisses down Janus’ back. 

Without pulling away from the almost desperate kisses, Roman manoeuvred him into a new position and Janus spared a brief glance to see that he was now straddling Roman’s thighs. A hand on his back pulled their chests flush as Roman trailed kisses from Janus’ mouth down his jaw. Janus tipped his head back, letting out more moans he couldn’t hold back as he felt two pairs of lips - two sets of fangs - marking his body. 

He was painfully hard by the time Virgil’s fingers hooked on the waistband of his jeans just from the kisses and occasional aborted movement from Roman - as though he wanted to grind up against Janus but was stopping himself. Janus didn’t know why. Really - he didn’t know why any of this was happening, but he wouldn’t complain when he was thoroughly enjoying it.

Virgil kissed him, lips pressing firmly just above his waistband and his hand rubbed circles into his thigh, “May I, my sweet one?”

“May you?” Janus managed to get out between breathy moans as Roman’s teeth teased his neck. Virgil let out a low hum, as if figuring out the answer to that question. He sat back, seeming to assess his options, before his hands were back. 

“May I, first, take you to your bedroom,” Virgil said, trailing his lips back up Janus’ back, until he reached his shoulder and lingered there for a second before pulling away fully, now tapping his fingers on Janus’ back as though lost in thought, “Second… I think I’d quite like to eat you out, if you’d allow me.”

 Roman and Janus both moaned in unison at that suggestion, before Janus was nodding almost frantically. He needed something - anything to relieve the burning hot warmth bubbling in his stomach. 

“Open you up nicely for what's to come, hm?” Virgil suggested, voice almost a growl as he helped Janus up, keeping him close to his chest. He felt something touch his leg and looked down to see Virgil’s tail had coiled itself around Janus’ thigh, the tip barely brushing against a much more sensitive area and tearing a shuddering gasp from him. He was certain it was intentional. 

Janus led the way - practically stumbling - to his bedroom. Roman’s tail had wrapped itself around Janus’ wrist the moment the demon had stood up, and he’d snatched up Virgil’s hand along the way. 

As soon as he pushed open the door to his room Virgil took control of the situation, guiding him to the bed with hands on his back, turning him around and pushing him down so he was laid out on his back. Turning his head he saw Roman pull out the chair from his desk and sit, wings and legs spread, making his hardness obvious despite still being clothed. He gave Janus a wink and a smirk as Virgil manhandled him out of his jeans and underwear and into the position he wanted - with Janus laid back against the pillows and his legs hooked up over Virgil’s shoulders. He pressed a light, teasing kiss to the inside of Janus’ thigh. Roman was going to watch, that’s why he was so excited by the prospect, Janus realised. 

“Such a beautiful little thing,” Virgil said, leaning over him to trail a finger down his stomach, “all laid out and ready for me, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” Janus moaned, feeling all coiled up and hot from the kissing, “Please-”

“As you wish,” Virgil smirked, seconds later Janus jolted as Virgil’s hot tongue licked a stripe up his ass before circling his hole, Janus couldn’t help the breathless moans that escaped him as Virgil teased his entrance, he fought against the hand on his thigh that stopped him from pressing back into the hot, wet, perfect sensation like he wanted to. 

And then Virgil’s tongue entered him with an obscene wet sound and Janus was gone, throwing his head back as he cried out. He caught sight of Roman again as he did, splayed out in the chair palming himself through his shorts as his tail flicked back and forth behind him, gasping soundlessly at the sight of them. The room filled with the wet squelching of Virgil’s long tongue in his hole, twisting and pressing against him, stretching him out and leaving him a moaning trembling mess on the bed. 

“I’m- I’m-” Janus tried to warn between gasps and moans as he tried to hold in the knotting heat twisting in his gut, “Gonn-ah-”

Virgil pressed his tongue deeper into him, letting out a moan that Janus felt through his tongue, finally sending him over the edge with a cry as he came across his stomach, leaving him shaking and breathless as Virgil pulled out with a wet pop, leaving his hole dripping with saliva as he rubbed circles on his hip with his thumb, a line of drool falling from his lips as he let his tongue loll from his mouth for a moment as he caught his breath. 

“You put on a wonderful show, dearheart,” Roman said, walking over to join them on the bed, leaning down to press a kiss to Janus’ cheek before using what might’ve been a towel to clean him off ever so gently, “You really are just perfect, aren’t you?”

Janus just whined, still unable to form words. 

“Well spoken, darling,” Roman teased as he helped him up, lifting him clean off the bed and causing Janus to yelp in surprise as he was arranged in Roman’s arms so that virgil could get himself into a new position - Roman happily placed Janus down in between Virgil’s thighs, back to his chest, before crawling up to kiss him, all gentle and soft now. 

“Are you up for a second round, little one?” Virgil said, pressing a chaste kiss to Janus’ temple. Janus felt his dick - already half hard again to his surprise - twitch at the demon’s tone, he tried to turn to look at him - Virgil was smirking, “I think Roman would like a turn.”

Janus shivered when he felt a pair of lips ghost over his thigh and he tilted his head up to see that Roman had made his way between his legs without his notice. When their eyes met, Roman's expression turned devious and he began littering Janus’ inner thighs with a mixture of bruising kisses and soothing kitten licks, Janus had never gotten hard again this fast before. 

Looking back up at Virgil, he found the demon to be grinning, “Yes- yes I think so…”

“Mmm I was hoping you’d say that,” Roman said hungrily, Janus would’ve melted at that tone alone had Roman not also crawled up over him to press a wanting kiss to his lips.  He was guided, a little shaky, with leading kisses to sit in Roman’s lap. Janus realised abruptly that he’d lost more clothing in the moments he hadn’t been looking; all he wore now was his jewellery, bangles, a neckless. Janus tried to ignore the way Roman’s cock - slick with precome already - pressed against his thigh from their position. Roman groaned softly at even the tiniest touch. . 

“Big…” Janus mumbled, making Roman chuckle and press little teasing kisses to his cheeks. 

“You can take me,” Roman said, tone encouraging and warm. It caused a sense of safety and peace to wash over him and Janus knew he was red and sweating and shaking just a little still, but he had never felt so cared for, “Virgil opened you up so nicely, my darling.”

“I wasn’t complaining,” Janus said, tracing his fingers over Roman’s muscled chest. The comment made Roman smirk.

Leaning forward, Roman pressed a passionate kiss to the human’s lips, slowly working his tongue into the human’s mouth. Janus moaned around it, then whined when he pulled it away. He went to complain about the loss, only to be cut off by a gasp instead as Roman grabbed his ass and squeezed gently, grinning as Janus was distracted. 

“Roman…” He whined as Roman traced up his spine, leaving shivers and tingles in the wake of his fingers. Roman was teasing and he knew it, Janus just hated that it was working so well, “Come on… please?”

“Hmm… what’s that?” Roman hummed, tracing Janus’ neck and then his jawline, “You want something, hm? How about you ask me nicely, and we’ll see?”

“Please- please I want you,” Janus asked, resisting the urge to lick Roman’s fingers as he traced his lips, “I need you-”

“Such a good little human,” Virgil hummed from behind him, running his hands up Janus’ arms. Janus gasped as yet another sensation was added - and yet none of them were the ones he wanted. Virgil placed a kiss behind Janus’ ear before gently nipping at the skin, “You want Roman so badly, don’t you?”

Janus whined at the husky tone of Virgil’s voice, the way Roman’s hands were slowly making their way back down, the way he could still feel Roman pressed against him but he still wasn’t doing anything. He could feel Virgil behind him too, pressing his chest to Janus’ back. Janus reached behind him blindly until his hand found Virgil’s thigh. 

“I want-” He said, taking a deep breath. 

“Yes little one?” Roman said, smiling down at him as he stroked Janus’ thighs, just shy of somewhere more sensitive, “What do you want? You can ask us…”

“I want - I want you both,” Janus says with a sharp gasp as Roman ghosted his fingers over his cock, “Please I need- both of you - I need both of you inside me please-”

“Oh darling, there’s no need to beg,” Roman teased, “Though it’s nice to know how badly you want us… I’m sure Virgil would be happy to oblige.”

“Mmm…” Virgil hummed in a deep rumble that reverberated through his chest, “I was hoping you would ask…”

Mere moments later, Janus felt Virgil line up to his entrance as Roman grabbed his ass to steady him. Slowly and with a groan of pleasure, Virgil pushed into him, Making Janus gasp softly, the sound turning into a moan as Virgil’s large cock filled him up. He didn’t move for a moment, before pulling back and giving an experimental thrust up into him, earning a moan from both of them in sync. 

“You sure you can take us both, my dear?” Roman asked, tone teasing as he cupped Janus face. Janus nodded stubbornly even as Virgil began to set a slow pace, at the same time he leaned to nip at Janus’ neck with his fangs, making Janus tip his head back with a moan. 

Only a small amount of adjustment (and a little lube he got from Janus had no clue where) was needed for Roman to slide his own cock in beside Virgil’s, leaving him gasping with how it stretched him open. 

“F-fuck-” Janus gasped as the pair gave him a moment to adjust. He leaned back just a tiny bit and moaned as he felt them both pressing against him. Roman was biting his lip and holding Janus hips in a grip that was likely leaving marks while Virgil littered soothing kisses up his neck. 

“Whenever you’re ready, little one,” Virgil whispered in Janus’ ear, making him shudder with the way Virgil’s hot breath fanned over his ear with the words. 

“I’m ready,” Janus said after another moment.

Their first combined thrust into him made Janus’ head spin. He felt like he was seeing stars as the two of them began to move, finding a rhythm where he was always full. With practiced ease the two demons slammed repeatedly into Janus’ prostate, making him cry out in pleasure as they held him still and fucked him senseless. 

Virgil bit down on Janus’ neck and he gasped, barely able to speak as he tried to warn the two of the growing heat in his abdomen amongst his moans and cries of pleasure. 

“You can come, darling,” Roman said to him, tone husky and breathless, “But you’ll have to wait for us to come either way.”

Roman’s own moans mixed with Janus’ as he captured his lips in a deep kiss, pressing his tongue into his mouth. He tried to hold back his orgasm, wanting to come with the two of them who would clearly last longer. Janus groaned into Roman’s mouth as Virgil sucked harshly on his skin, digging his nails into Janus’ hips.

“I- I-” Janus gasped, “I’m gonna-”

“Go on, my dear,” Virgil told him, reaching around him to brush his nails over Janus’ cock. He barely even touches him before Janus is crying out in bliss as his orgasm hit him like a truck, spilling across both him and Roman’s stomachs as well as Virgil’s hand. 

The two of them kept going until Janus was whining and gasping with the overstimulation and only at that point did Roman come. He buried his face in Roman’s shoulder as he was filled, Virgil came quickly after and when the two pulled out he was dripping with their combined orgasms. 

Janus was left blissful but trembling as he remained sandwiched between Roman and Virgil - the only reason he was still sat up at all. Roman’s tail wrapped around his leg, Virgil gently massaged his hips to stave off future soreness that he knew he was going to feel later on. 

“How do you feel, sweetheart?” Virgil asked him.

“Good…” Janus said happily, his throat hurt a little, but he could get a drink later. Roman gently nudged Janus to lean more against Virgil whilst he stood. Taking Janus’ hands when he pouted, Roman smiled. 

“Would you like a bath?” Roman asked with a small smirk, “Yes darling don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere.”

Janus huffed and looked away, that was… definitely not what he was worried about, no, not at all. 

“You two don’t…” Janus stopped, trying to figure out the words, all his mind would focus on was Virgil’s gentle touch up and down his side, “Do you not have to… go back?”

“Not until you dismiss us,” Roman hummed, leaning forward to kiss Janus’ forehead. 

“We’re happy to stay as long as you want us,” Virgil told him, “And we want to take care of you, if you’ll let us?”

“Yes,” Janus said, quick but soft, “Yes please, I- that bath sounds nice… will you join me in it?”

Virgil smiles, glancing up at Roman before kissing Janus’ cheek, “Of course, how can we say no to that?”

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Virgil and Roman didn’t leave until the next day after Janus fell asleep sandwiched between the two warm demons. Wings as a blanket and tails wrapped protectively around him whilst he slept led to the best sleep he’d had in years. 

He promised to summon them again soon. 

Janus honestly couldn’t wait for the opportunity. 

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“You did this without me??” Remus yelled as Janus told him about his exploits, “Well - congrats on your new boyfriends I guess, but goddamnit Janus I want some hot demon dick too!”

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Please lmk if you enjoyed >:3

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Finished this with flat coloring! Probably the most intense one yet. Odysseus having a good time. Hurray.

Edit: I FORGOT TO TELL THIS WAS A BRIBE! .... This was a bribe guys, from an dear anon. Full picture here

I will never do this again.

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someone who has in fact read AWYHM followed me here so ill just say that the AWYHM nsfw headcanons do exist and they are in my head. and if anyone's curious send me an ask 😁❤️

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Kinky Experimentation

Chapter Two: Dom/sub

Content Notes: Trans Roman, Dom/sub, Dom Roman, Sub Virgil, Orgasm delay, Pegging (Is it still pegging when they're both men?)

Roman plunged his tongue into Virgil’s mouth, relishing the soft breathless sound he made. Virgil’s weight on his lap was somehow both delightfully grounding and also made him feel wonderfully lightheaded. Or maybe that was a lack of air, all his focus on making out with his husband. 

Roman grabbed Virgil’s ass in his tight jeans, groping and massaging the soft muscle. He ran his tongue behind Virgil’s teeth, and Virgil nearly whimpered, a shudder running through him. 

Virgil broke away from the kiss, dropping his forehead to Roman’s shoulder and gasping for air. The soft bend of his neck was exposed, pale and inviting, and Roman pressed his heated lips against it, leaving little red smears from the lipstick that he’d put on hours ago. 

“What would you think,” Roman said breathily between kisses. “If we were to try something from our kinky list?” 

Virgil answered with a little nip to Roman’s shoulder. “If you’re offering to get me off, Princey, I’m down for just about anything right now.”

Roman edged his kisses up Virgil’s throat, adding in little scrapes of his teeth to make Virgil melt. “I was thinking… that I might like to… dom you a bit.” 

Virgil groaned, tipping his head to give Roman more access to his throat. “Sure, why not.” 

A flash of nervousness ran through Roman at the easy, almost flippant answer. He pulled back, waiting for Virgil to catch his eyes. “Are you sure?” 

Virgil of course caught the anxiety, a little wrinkle forming between his eyebrows. “I mean, you’re still gonna follow all the rules we set before, aren’t you?” 

Roman nodded rapidly. “Of course! I just— I don’t want you to say yes without knowing what you’re saying it for.” 

Virgil leaned in, resting his forehead against Roman’s. “I’m saying yes to having my very hot husband boss me around for a bit. Maybe embarrass me a little, probably tease me, and definitely fuck me.” He kissed the tip of Roman’s nose. “That’ll be my order, and you can make all the rest.” 

Roman’s worries eased. He kissed Virgil softly, holding him close. “Didn’t think the sub got to make any orders,” he murmured against Virgil’s lips. 

“I already did it,” Virgil said teasingly. 

“Brat,” Roman teased back, claiming Virgil’s mouth. 

Virgil made another of those intoxicating sounds, his fingers tangling in the small hairs at Roman’s nape. 

“Not today,” Virgil breathed. “Today I’m trying to be good for you.” 

Roman groaned, desire pooling within him, hot and liquid. “Take your shirt off.” 

Virgil leaned back, shrugging off his hoodie and tossing it over the arm of the couch, his shirt quickly following. Roman stared in awe, his body delighting him just as much now as it had the first time he’d seen it. He set his hands against Virgil’s stomach, tracing along where his jeans bit into the fat of his hips. 

“Put on a show for me, love,” Roman instructed, his head spinning slightly with Virgil’s heated gaze fixed on him. 

Virgil’s hands joined his, trailing over his stomach and hips before dragging up over his chest, squeezing at his pecs and tracing over his nipples. 

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” Roman moaned, gripping Virgil’s hips and guiding him to grind into Roman’s lap. “My pretty little stormcloud. So hot and so good for me.” 

Virgil bit his lip, his face coloring as he ground down on Roman and played with his chest. The tension between them grew, sparks of arousal flickering with every drag of Virgil’s hips. 

Roman leaned in to suck a hickey on Virgil’s collarbone, prompting Virgil to groan so very prettily. 

“You want me to fuck you?” Roman asked, leaving more marks along Virgil’s throat and shoulders. 

“Yes,” Virgil said breathlessly, his hips stuttering against Roman’s. “Yes, please.” 

Roman leaned back against the couch, watching for another few moments. “Go and get the strap you want to be fucked with then. Be naked when you come back.”

Virgil’s mouth dropped open, a hungry flicker in his eyes. He clambered off of Roman and went upstairs to get one of their strap ons. 

Roman peeled his own clothes off, damp with sweat and arousal. He was achingly hard by now, throbbing with desire. Virgil was so hot, and all his. 

He barely had gotten his clothes off when Virgil returned, bringing also the harness and a bottle of lube. 

“Good boy,” Roman praised, staring unashamedly at Virgil’s hard cock, now free of the tight jeans. “Kneel.” 

Virgil balked slightly, his face turned bright red. But he slowly dropped to one knee, and then both. He chewed on his lip, nervous and awkward. 

Roman wasn’t sure if he’d ever looked more sexy. He reached down to touch himself, never breaking eye contact with Virgil. 

“So good for me,” Roman moaned. “So perfect. Now put the harness on me.” 

Virgil’s expression brightened from embarrassment to lust. He loved it when Roman let him put the harness on. Roman wasn’t exactly sure of all the details of why, but he knew just how hot Virgil thought it was, as his hands slid around Roman’s thighs and waist, lining everything up just right. 

He’d picked an excellent dick too. Not so thick, but on the longer side, and with a base that molded around Roman, vibrating at the touch of a button. 

Virgil’s hand hovered over the button when he’d finished tightening the last strap. “May I?” He asked. 

The sheer gentleness and submissiveness in his tone set Roman on fire. He nodded, his mouth suddenly dry. 

Virgil turned on the vibrations and Roman groaned, bending forward slightly as his arousal spiked fiercely. 

“Bend over the couch,” he gasped. 

Virgil’s eyes sparkled. He dashed to the couch, following Roman’s order perfectly. 

“You’re so hot like this,” Roman moaned, a bit worried he wouldn’t be able to hold himself back from an orgasm before he even made it inside Virgil. 

“You should see yourself,” Virgil shot back, his eyes dark and blown wide. 

“Oh yeah?” Roman said, pouring lube onto his fingers. “Tell me.” 

Virgil moaned as Roman circled his hole. “You’re- you’re confident… ordering like you, hnnnnn, like you own me….”

Roman slowly pumped his finger in and out, far more slowly than he knew Virgil preferred. But he wanted him capable of talking. Wanted to hear what he would say. 

“It’s hot…” Virgil continued, his voice getting slightly shaky. “I like— I like you in charge… don’t have to- to guess what’ll make you happy…”

“You always make me happy,” Roman said, groping Virgil’s ass with his free hand. “You’re always so good for me. Taking orders is just a perfect next step.” 

Virgil moaned shakily as Roman pressed a second finger inside him. 

“Please, can you… faster please,” Virgil moaned, his tone getting the precious, desperate, whiny tone Roman adored. 

“Beg me for it,” Roman answered, a heady rush of power filling him. 

Virgil whined, not saying anything for a long minute. “Please… Roman please. Please fuck me faster.” 

Roman trembled, arousal surging through him so strongly he nearly came right then. He sped up his fingers, jolts of need filling him with every sound Virgil made. 

“Fuck yes,” Virgil moaned, subtly spreading his legs wider. “Roman, Roman, feels so good… please, let me have your cock. Please. I’m ready I swear. Please Roman.” 

Roman battled to hold back his orgasm. Next time he was going to plan to have more than one. Going to figure out timings so he could still fuck Virgil without getting oversensitive. He wanted to do this over and over again. His husband, sweetly begging and being so good for him. So precious and perfect. 

Roman didn’t have to retrieve the bottle of lube. He was dripping down his own thighs so much that he swiped his hand between his legs and had more than enough to coat the dick. 

Roman pressed the tip to Virgil’s opening, the pressure pushing the base of the strap into his dick, nearly overwhelming him with pleasure. Roman’s legs trembled, and he bit down hard on his lip, pushing into Virgil. 

Virgil moaned, arching beautifully under Roman. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, yes!”

Roman paused for just a moment before setting a rapid pace, pounding into Virgil, rocking his body against the couch with every thrust. Roman’s vision filled with stars, so filled with pleasure he couldn’t think about what he was doing anymore, moving on instinct, chasing Virgil’s orgasm before he’d allow himself his own. 

Virgil came with a cry of Roman’s name, painting the side of the couch white. Roman’s orgasm crashed over him, and he gripped onto Virgil as his knees buckled. 

Roman couldn’t move until overstimulation drove him to, pulling out and turning off the strap on. He practically collapsed on the floor, panting heavily. Virgil flopped next to him, reaching an arm around him. 

“That good, huh?” Virgil said, slightly teasing despite the rough, fucked out tone of his own voice. 

Roman just nodded, not capable of much more yet. “Uh huh.” 

Virgil sighed happily. “Love seeing you like that.” 

Roman tugged weakly at Virgil, pulling him closer. 

Virgil laid his head on Roman’s bare chest, his arm circling over his stomach. 

••^*^••

After a rest, and a fair amount of cleaning up, including some awkward googling trying to figure out how to get semen out of the couch, Roman and Virgil curled up next to each other. 

“If you also enjoyed it, I would really like to do that again,” Roman said, a touch nervous. 

“If I also enjoyed it,” Virgil repeated, a mocking tone to his voice. “Was begging for your cock and screaming your name as I came not a good enough hint?” 

Roman flushed. “Well… I told you to do the first one…” 

Virgil poked him. “I wouldn’t‘ve done it if I didn’t also want to. That’s part of the point, isn’t it?” 

Roman nodded. “I just… worried, I guess.” 

Virgil stuck his tongue out playfully. “Oh, now it’s husband’s turn to feel the anxiety.” 

Roman kissed him, nipping gently at the tip of his tongue. 

Virgil let out a little chuckle, beaming at him. “Yes, I enjoyed myself. It would be incredibly hot to do again.” 

Roman kissed his cheek. “Next time I am taking advantage of my shorter refractory period.” 

“Oh?” Virgil said, very interested. “Did I make you that horny, looking up at you from my knees?” 

Roman turned his head away, but not fast enough, as Virgil let out a startled laugh. 

“Oh, I am taking advantage of that one,” Virgil promised, grinning mischievously. “I’ll never have to take the trash out again.” 

Roman hid his face. He understood now how Virgil had felt last time they’d talked after sex. It was mortifying to have it be so known what had worked him up now that they were calm and out of the moment. Though… 

“You drop to your knees and ask, and you’d never have to do anything you didn’t want to,” he mumbled. “I don’t think I could refuse that no matter how hard I tried.” 

Virgil grinned proudly. “Course, then I’d be fucked over every piece of furniture in the house within a month. Even I have to take a break sometimes.” 

It was a gentle out, Roman could tell. He kissed Virgil’s cheek again, wanting closeness, but not ready to meet his eyes again yet. 

“I wonder, if I did try bratting, would you love me or hate me for it?” Virgil said, half a question and half serious. 

“I could never hate you,” Roman said firmly. 

Virgil pushed him lightly. “You know what I mean. Do you think you’d like it?” 

Roman considered it seriously. “I… I loved you obeying, and being good. So if you intentionally weren’t, I’m not sure how much I might like it? But it might make it even more satisfying when I got you to give in and be good at the end.” 

Virgil nodded slowly. “It might be a bit harder? In a way? Than what we’ve been doing. Cause like… there’s a bit of a fight back and forth, and we get really caught up in fights.” 

“At least this time I’ll know I’ll win,” Roman teased. 

Virgil made a face at him. 

Roman tugged him closer. “We’ll have to be more careful. Check in on each other during it. And we don’t have to try that until we feel ready.” 

Virgil nodded, leaning against him. “Yeah. Yeah, that sounds good.”

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robot/computer fucking except its a tiny humping the inner wires of the machine who cant even speak to the cute tiny bc the sounds of their fans is filling the tinys ears while they shove their tiny cock into sockets and electrocute both of them

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royality armpit fetish content when

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Janus forcing Logan to drink used cooling fluid and cooing at the sight of the other shuddering as he has to try and dumb himself down to not completely bluescreen

euwouwueuruhthugurhehjeieiururughurure im normal about this i SWEAR.

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love to put this man in situations 😁

(minors DNI)

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i wish i were a robot so that my boyfriend could gently unscrew my metal panels and run his fingers along my wires and over my vents and cover my sensors and press his hands against my buzzing screen and blow on my cartridges and USB ports and HDMI ports and make my drives and fans whir and

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why did i get flustered listening to the 'under attack' AAAH!BBA cover by bdg. there's something wrong with me

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A Tender Hand

Synopsis: Janus inherits a farm from his grandparents, only to discover that two of the animals they have are... quite different from the rest.

This fic is primarily porn-with-plot and as such will include general sexual content up to and including watersports, lactation, breeding, knotting, nipple play, etc etc etc

A gift for @pupplaylogan (surprise!!!)

Part One

“Forgive me if I’m intruding, but you don’t seem like the type to run a farm,” Patton says, as he stirs sugar into his coffee. He adjusts his position on the booth he was seated in, nervously glancing around the mostly-empty diner as if trying to get over his awkwardness. “When the Dolion’s said they were leaving their estate to their grandson, I… Well, to be blunt, I expected someone a bit heftier.” 

Janus can’t help but grin at the comment, as his pen stops signing the paper before him. “Like you?” he asks, his eyes flickering over Patton’s large body, which towered over Janus’s significantly smaller (and more average) one. Patton has wide shoulders and a heavy frame, and he smiles sheepishly at Janus’s comment. 

“Well… yes.” 

Chuckling, Janus turns back to scratching his signature onto the deed to his grandparents' farm. 

Janus’s grandparents had bought a farm when they were young. Truth be told, Janus never visited often - less than five times throughout his life - and hadn’t been there in a while, but he supposes that his grandfather wasn’t particularly close with anyone else. He’d been to the farm more than his parents had, and at least knew the basics of gardening and tending to animals, so, when his grandfather died - peacefully in his sleep, thankfully - his grandmother organized the wills, the deed to the farm, and a bit of money to be given to Janus, as she didn’t feel she could stay there without him. 

“I’m surprised they didn’t pass it on to you,” Janus says, as he pushes the now-signed documents back towards Patton, who sets down his mug to gather the papers up and neatly fold them together. “You said you were a farmhand, right?” 

“Mhm.” Patton cuts a chunk out of the chocolate-chip pancakes he’d ordered. “I didn’t want to stay there forever, though. Was just a job to help me through college. I decided I’d like to move on when they moved on… you know?” 

Janus nods. Patton did seem like the emotional type. 

As he picks at his own omelette - he wasn’t particularly hungry; the family-style diner had been solely Patton’s idea, as he believed it’d be a nicer environment to deal with what could otherwise be a heavy topic - he decides to ask “so… how long will it take to get everything transferred? Legally?” 

Patton shrugs. “I’m not sure. Maybe a week?” 

“Are you going to stay at the farm until I can get there?” 

That has Patton looking surprised, though. “Why- no! You’re free to go there now! It’s not like your grandmother’s going to throw you off the property she’s giving to you! It’d probably be best for you to move sooner rather than later; the animals can get pretty needy.” 

Janus grimaces as he pictures cows that need milked and sheep that need shaved. Though he wasn’t necessarily excited about any of this, he was especially not thrilled about the idea of caring for a plethora of animals. He already wasn’t great with people; the last thing he needed was a cow deciding to kick him just for the fun of it. 

“It’s a bit last minute to advise me to move out there now,” Janus says, as he takes a sip of his water. “I don’t have any of my things packed.” 

Patton gives him a cheery smile. “I can help you pack! If we get started after we finish eating, I can load everything into my truck, and we could probably get you out there tonight!” 

Janus sighs as he watches Patton excitedly scarf down the rest of his food. He’s at least lucky he had no plans tonight; it looks like he was going to be busy…

***

Janus grips the grab handle within Patton’s pickup truck rolls up the bumpy dirt road leading up to the farm. There were no other houses anywhere in sight, and Janus swears it’d be fifteen minutes of driving on unkept, gravel roads since he’d even seen a gas station. 

“Cut off from society, huh?” he jokes, as his body is jerked by a sudden bump as the barn and farmhouse come into sight.

“It’s sort of peaceful,” Patton replies, sweetly, completely unbothered at the way his truck bounces. “You really have everything you need already in the form of crops and animals, but if you ever want a sack of sugar or some pre-churned butter then there are markets that set up shop on Saturday. They’re just about a half hour walk further down the road!” 

Janus groans. “Delightful.” 

Patton gives him a look. “Or you can drive. You’ll just have to park in the grass. But everyone around here believes it’s better to take a stroll and enjoy the sun. Without tall buildings in the way, or cars whizzing past, it’s quite nice!” 

As the car pulls to a park on the dirt driveway, Janus can only mutter a sarcastic “I bet,” that Patton thankfully doesn’t pick up on. 

Quick to unbuckle himself, Janus steps out of the truck before Patton even shuts off the engine, and sets his hands on his knees in an attempt to quell his carsickness. The thought of having to drive out of here with Patton and then back with his own car at some point has him bitter, but luckily Patton is calling him over before he can dwell on his own misery for long. 

“We can get all your boxes into the house, and then you can meet the animals,” Patton says, as he opens the bed of his truck, and hands Janus a box. “After that, I’ll leave you to unpack! The animals should be able to show you how to work the farm, but if you have any questions, I’ll leave my number for you to call.” 

Janus’s arms shake beneath the singular box's weight, as he watches Patton lift two stacked on top of each other with ease. 

“Yeah,” Janus huffs, as he follows slowly behind Patton, who leads him to the house, “because animals are known for their great communication skills.” But Patton’s too far ahead of him to hear him, and focuses on pushing the door open for both of them to fit through. 

Unfortunately, the master bedroom is up a flight of stairs, meaning after two boxes Janus is sick of carrying stuff inside, and so mixes some ice water up for himself and Patton as Patton helpfully brings the rest inside without complaint. 

Once all the boxes have been placed in Janus’s room, Patton gratefully accepts the glass and waves Janus out the back door, letting Janus see that there’s two structures where he previously only remembered one. 

Raising an eyebrow, Janus looks between the two buildings curiously. “Huh…” he begins, as Patton guides him to the second one. It looks more house-like than the other, which stood proudly as a stereotypically pictured barn. “Did they stock up on animals in the time I’ve been gone?” he asks, following Patton onto the porch. “I don’t remember there being two barns.” 

“Well, this one’s less of a barn,” Patton answers with a chuckle, as he knocks briefly on the front door before opening it up. Janus almost goes to ask him why he bothered knocking on what’s presumably a glorified stable, only to hear two voices go “Patton!” 

Curiously, Janus pushes Patton further into the house so he’s not blocking the doorway, and circles to his side, where he sees two males being wrapped in a suffocating bear hug, with Patton grinning happily as he greets them. 

“Hi guys!” Patton exclaims, lifting them off the ground, before they squirm out of his grasp. After being set back on the floor, they go to ask him questions, only for the one with shaggy bangs to shut his mouth and nudge the other, staring wide-eyed at Janus. The other looks over too, adjusting his glasses to get a better look, and then they’re both frowning. Meanwhile, Janus’s mouth is agape. 

The one with bangs is taller than Janus, and has noticeable dog ears protruding out his head, which twitches as he looks Janus up and down. Matching them is a similarly-colored tail which was previously wagging, though now lays straight behind him. As he sneers at Janus’s presence, Janus can even identify sharp canines within his mouth. The other man has folded cow ears coming out the sides of his head, and two small, dulled horns on his hairline. Behind him, a cow tail that flicks unhappily from side to side. 

“Hybrids?” Janus asks, which has Patton laughing softly at him. Janus doesn’t see the humor in this situation, and turns to Patton with newfound animosity as he goes “you didn’t tell me they had hybrids!” 

“Well, don’t you talk to your grandparents?” 

The dog hybrid interrupts. “This is Mr. Dolion’s grandson?” 

“Virgil, be polite,” the other interjects, and then clears his throat, and sticks his hand out for Janus to shake. “I’m Logan. It’s nice to meet you… Janus, I presume?” 

Janus grabs his hand. “Yeah.” 

Logan retracts his hand shortly after, and folds them over his chest, while Virgil looks between Patton and Janus. 

“You- you-” Virgil stammers, clearly unhappy, before his attention settles on Patton and he says “you leave for three days and come back with some random guy? Without warning? What happened to ‘taking care of us while the paperwork gets settled?’” 

“I left you with food,” Patton softly says. “I told you I’d be back. We all knew that I wouldn’t stay with the farm forever. And besides… this isn’t just anyone. It’s Janus! He’s Mr. Dolion’s family.” 

Virgil glares towards Janus. “You could have at least let us know beforehand.” 

“Virgil,” Logan starts, setting a hand on Virgil’s shoulder. At the touch, Virgil seems to relax a bit. “Deep breath. Patton’s right; we knew the farm would be passed along to someone else, and who better than someone close to the Dolion’s?” 

Janus shifts his weight from one leg to the other as he’s discussed right in front of him despite being right there. 

“Does he even know how to manage a farm?” Virgil argues. 

And they all look towards Janus, now awaiting his input. And Janus shrugs, truthfully admitting “not really… but I can figure it out. I used to work in these fields when I was a kid, so it’s not like I’m completely helpless.” 

Virgil groans, and throws his hands up in the air, walking off and disappearing into a room, with Logan shaking his head at his attitude. 

“Sorry about him… he’s not too fond of change. Neither of us are, really, but at least I’m more inclined to accept its inevitability.” 

Janus doesn’t know how to respond, and looks towards Patton, who is clearly just as tense as himself. Patton, feeling his gaze, pushes Janus forward a bit, so that he’s standing before Logan. Being this close to him, Janus realizes they’re about the same height, and being face-to-face has Logan cocking his head curiously to the side. 

He seems the least inflicted by the perpetual awkwardness surrounding this situation, and sets a gentle hand on the side of Janus’s face. 

“Vitiligo?” he questions, thumbing over the patches of discoloured skin afflicting half of Janus’s countenance. 

Janus, relaxed a bit by the question, nods. “Yeah. I’m honestly surprised to see that only one of us has it.” 

The edges of Logan’s lips quirk up. “Is that a joke?” 

“Do you consider it funny enough to be one?” 

Logan smiles fully now, and nods towards Patton. “Thank you for bringing him by. I’ll… help ease Virgil into things, and I’m sure that overtime we’ll get used to it.” Logan takes a few steps backwards, and looks expectantly towards Janus. “For now, I guess I’ll show you around our home, and to the barn, though I’d prefer Virgil be with us when bringing you around the farm.” 

“And I’ll take you to get your car tomorrow,” Patton adds, before patting Janus on the shoulder. “You’ve got this! Have fun!” 

He waves by, and recedes out the door, leaving Janus and Logan standing in the living room. With Patton’s absence, Logan begins traversing the house, leaving Janus to follow quickly behind him. 

“This is our kitchen, though we’re not permitted to cook,” Logan explains, waving his arm towards a quaint dining room with a clearly unused stove. “We have food in the cabinets and fridge, but any major meals were always brought to us by Mrs. Dolion or Patton. When Patton left for a bit, he left us with some packaged meals we made. We have enough to feed us properly for the next…” he thinks for a moment, “two days, I believe, and then after that we’ll look to you to prepare meals for us.” 

“Why can’t you cook?” 

Logan looks a bit surprised at the question, and then shrugs. “I’m not sure. We never asked; it’s not really our place.” 

Heading down the hallway Virgil stomped down, Logan motions to a closed door. “This is our nest. I’d kindly ask you don’t come in here without permission. It’s supposed to be a complete safe space for Virgil and I.” 

“I’ve never known of cows or dogs to nest.” 

That question has Logan smiling slightly. “It’s not so much an animal thing as it is a hybrid thing. It gives us a place to relieve stress, have privacy, or act upon some of our more animal-adjacent instincts.” Setting his hand on the wood, Logan says “for example… Virgil’s probably in there right now tearing up one of his many stress toys in order to get some of his energy out. That’s the kind of thing we’d prefer to keep to ourselves.” 

Janus nods. “Makes sense. In that case, I won’t intrude.” 

Following that, Logan shows Janus a few more uninteresting rooms - the bathroom, a small “hobby” room that is strangely undecorated and rather… unempty, and then guides him back to the living room, where there isn’t much in the way of entertainment aside from a small box TV and an old VCR. 

“Do you have any VHS tapes?” Janus asks, as he crouches down to poke at the old machine. Logan nods, and grabs a box from a nearby closet. 

“Some of the movies don’t play well anymore, as the tapes are worn down with each use, but most are still viewable.” Setting the box down next to Janus, Janus pokes around at the thick cases, raising an eyebrow at the older films. He goes to question why they have such an outdated piece of equipment, but Logan looks a bit happy to be looking over the tapes. 

It’s mostly old Disney movies, with the occasional emotional film like Titanic tossed in there for good measure, but Janus supposes he won’t judge their selection for now. If they’re happy with it, then who is he to question it?

“We don’t have designated movie nights or anything, but sometimes if we get our chores done early it’s nice to settle down with a film,” Logan explains, before he puts the box away, and brings Janus outside. 

They walk a few steps to the other barn, which has Janus scrunching his nose in disgust as he both hears and smells the animals on the other side. 

“I suppose these aren’t more hybrids,” he comments, which has Logan giving him a funny look, clearly not understanding his sarcasm. He pulls the door open, allowing the light that seeps in through the opening to illuminate the barn’s innards, which lets Janus see two excited cows, and two goats. 

“They’re all used for milk,” Logan says, as he steps into the barn. Janus is significantly more hesitant to do so considering the assault on his nostrils, but he does anyway, knowing that this will be part of his new routine for years to come. “Milk to sell, at least. It has to be pasteurized in order to get rid of bacteria, so Mr. Dolion would pay the Prince twins every Friday to come collect jugs in exchange for whatever spices, sugars, or even foods he needed.” 

“So… hypothetically, he’d trade them unpasteurized milk in exchange for drinkable milk?” 

Logan’s cheeks go a bit pink, as he pulls his shirt away from his chest as though it’s making him uncomfortable, and then reaches out to pet one of the cows. “Well… he could have. But… there is a source of drinkable milk on the farm.” Sliding his fingers over the cow’s ears, he quickly derails himself and goes “This is Bonnie, and to the right is Elsie. The goats are Nanny and Billie. The cows need to be milked once a day, and the goats twice a day. I’ve been doing it since Mr. Dolion’s passing so that Mrs. Dolion didn’t have to stress herself out every morning, so I’ll walk you through what to do.” 

Nervously looking towards the cows, Janus clears his throat and asks “tonight?” 

Logan shakes his head. “Tomorrow. They’ve already been tended to today.” 

He leads Janus to the back of the barn where there’s a rather massive fridge, which upon being opened is filled with a few large jugs of milk. “The cow milk has red caps, and the goat milk has blue. There are a bunch of spare jugs in the back that’ll need to be grabbed before you milk the animals. They’re too big to fit under the goats, so you’ll need to milk the goats into buckets, but the cows can be milked directly into the containers. Afterwards, it all needs to go directly into the fridge until the twins come and get it.” 

“And you said the… the twins will come and pick up the milk?” 

Logan nods, and closes the fridge. “Yes. Remus and Roman. They have all the machinery necessary to pasteurize milk, but don’t really care much about tending to animals.” 

As one of the goats bleat, Janus finds that he can currently relate. 

“They’ll come on Friday mornings. You can tell them anything you want then, and when they come to pick up milk next week, they’ll have whatever you requested. Like… beef, for example.” 

“Rather odd thing to say in front of the cows,” Janus replies, but nods anyway. “Though that makes sense. Is that all that’s in here?” 

“Yeah. The chicken coop is behind the barn, by the feed.” 

As they leave the barn and circle around it, Janus notes that Logan walks closer to him than before, with their forearms grazing every so often. 

“The cows can be let out into the fields to graze, but they also have feed in case it’s storming out. The troughs in the barn should always be filled.” Logan opens a small gate leading to the chicken coop, truly only high enough to keep the chickens inside. Janus could step over it if he desires, but he follows Logan through the opening anyway. “The hens eat grains and berries. Their feeding stations are outside the coop, so they need to be let out at least once a day. There are twelve hens in here, so you’ll get about a dozen eggs per day. You can sell the extra eggs at the market Saturday morning, or cook them and feed them back to the hens. They’re a good source of protein.” 

Logan opens the door to the coop, and ducks his head as he steps into the small space. Janus follows him, and suddenly feels way more cramped than he’d like to. 

Surrounding him are rows of nests with hens nestled atop them. Some eye him curiously, while others sit unbothered. 

“Virgil and I have been tossing the eggs in the yard as of late, to fertilize the garden. But now that you’re  here, you can choose to do whatever you please with them.” 

Just like the cows, Logan reaches his hand out to pet a hen, before a worried call of “Logan?!” from outside interrupts him. Logan immediately looks a bit surprised, and firmly pushes Janus out of the coop, stepping out from it after and shouting back “we’re by the chickens!” which has Janus watching as Virgil sprints into view, and slows down considerably upon seeing them. Panting as he jumps the coop’s fence, Virgil quickly grabs Logan, and pulls him away from Janus. 

“I don’t like when you walk around the farm alone,” he says, though he’s eyeing Janus suspiciously, as though he’s the reason. 

Logan’s a lot more calm about the situation, and scratches the side of Virgil’s face as he explains “I made sure we stayed out of the fields, and away from the trees. I was explaining some of the chores to Janus.” 

Virgil looks unconvinced, but after a moment mutters “okay. I guess it’s good he at least won’t be completely oblivious,” which has Janus rolling his eyes. 

“I told you from the get go I knew bits and pieces.” Janus closes the door from the coop, and steps over the small gate, with Virgil and Logan following suit. However, as Logan steps over the barrier this time, he makes a small noise of discomfort upon his feet firmly landing on the ground. 

Janus turns in concern. “Are you alright?” he asks, as he watches Logan’s arms cross protectively over his chest. Both his and Virgil’s faces go pink. 

“He’s fine,” Virgil curtly answers, though he avoids looking Janus’s way. “Come on, Logan, let’s get you back to our barn.” 

Standing in front of them, Janus prevents their path. “What’s going on?” 

“Nothing,” Virgil reiterates. He side-steps Janus, guiding Logan with a rather prominent hand on his lower back, but Janus keeps up with them. 

“Please,” he bargains, worried that Logan’s potentially having some sort of emergency. It’d be really unfortunate to have his grandparents’ hybrids die on him less than a day after they became his responsibility. “I’d like to know. My grandfather clearly trusted me to care for you, and so I will, but I can’t help if I don’t know what’s going on.” 

Again, Virgil looks like he’s about to snap at Janus, and even growls to signify his displeasure, but Logan stretches his arm across Virgil’s torso to keep him back, and bites his lip as he looks upwards. Sheepishly meeting Janus’s eyes, Logan clears his throat, and begins “do you recall how I said there is a source of safe milk on this farm?” 

Surprised by the seemingly unrelated question, Janus nods. “I do.” 

“Right. Well. I’m a cow hybrid, and as such I have functions akin to that of a cow. Including…” Logan trails off, and swallows the spit in his mouth. He almost looks like he’s about to give up, before he’s fixing his shirt again, and finishing with “including milk production.” 

Janus is a bit surprised, though he supposes that makes sense. His eyes briefly trickle down to Logan’s groin, applying a cow’s anatomy to him, before his gaze lifts to Logan’s chest, which he was still trying to cover. 

“Oh,” Janus breathes, as he pieces it together. “Do you… need to be milked?” 

Logan nods. “Twice a week, preferably. Once a week is fine, but gets risky. I have pumps, and they connect to bottles that’ll hold the milk… The last time I used them was the last time Patton was here. I gave him the milk to go. I truly apologize; I should have pumped before you got here.” 

That has Virgil finally interrupting. In a hushed voice, he says directly to Logan “you don’t have to apologize. You don’t know how much you’re going to produce each day. There was a chance you could have waited until tomorrow.” 

Logan gives Virgil a soft smile - one so intimate that Janus almost feels bad observing the exchange - before he turns back to Logan. “My pumps are in our nest. If you’d excuse me, I’d like to go use them. Perhaps you could seize this opportunity as a chance to be productive; I’m sure you haven’t completely unpacked.” 

Feeling a bit out of place, Janus nods, and steps away, letting them walk past him and trying his best not to listen to their whispers as they head back into their small house. Janus watches them go, before looking back towards his own new home, and sighs. Logan was right; he hadn’t unpacked at all, and that was one of many things he now had to do today. So he brushes himself off - hoping to at least swipe away some of that unclean animal smell - and heads back to his porch. He lingers on it, staring towards the sun, which has started to set. Walking to the edge of the porch and looking around the side of the house, he sees the shadowed outlines of Virgil holding the door open for Logan, and then they’re gone. Wind chimes ring in the breeze, and Janus turns around to face them, before his face scrunches in disgust and he grabs them, pulling them free from the wood and bringing it inside with him. He tosses it onto the counter, and then sighs as he opens up the fridge. 

Having not finished his brunch earlier, he was quite hungry, but he ends up staring at the gallon of milk in the fridge instead. 

It was in a jug as opposed to one of the bottles that’d typically be found in a store, and when Janus grabs it, he sees that there are markings on the sides. Reading them, Janus almost drops the container, and has to end up setting it to the side. 

The markings were labeled “two bottles,” for halfway filled, and “four bottles” for completely. And immediately Janus is a lot more thankful he discovered Logan produces milk before he decided to blindly drink this!

But… now that he does know… the curiosity seeps into his mind. 

Logan did say his milk was safe to drink, and considering it’s coming from someone half-human, Janus doesn’t doubt him. Why else would his grandfather keep some in the fridge if it wasn’t consumable? Unscrewing the cap and sniffing it, it just smells like milk. Not disgusting or anything…

Kicking the fridge shut, Janus moves towards the cabinets, aware that he’s not going to be able to stop thinking about this until he does. So he grabs himself a glass, and pours just a small drink’s worth. He just wants to try it, and in this case, if it’s gross, he won’t feel wasteful! 

He puts the milk back in the fridge after, and swirls the white liquid around in his cup, staring down at it. 

“Well,” he voices, to no one in particular. “It won’t be as good as wine, but here’s to hoping it doesn’t kill me.” 

He tips the cup back and the milk descends into his mouth, splashing against his tongue and coating his taste buds in a… rather delicious liquid. Surprised, Janus swishes his fill back and forth in his mouth, shocked at how good it is, before swallowing it all down. It’s much sweeter than normal milk, but not overpoweringly so. Richer, not too thick… it almost tastes expensive, which isn’t a huge shock considering it’s coming from a hybrid, and hybrids themselves are expensive. Humming in delight, Janus rinses his cup out and then leaves it in the sink to wash later, and then heads upstairs to stop procrastinating. 

However, the idea of properly unpacking doesn’t sound too fun right now, so when Janus steps into the master bedroom, he skillfully avoids all the boxes and moves to the windows instead. 

He shuts the curtains on one of them, but when he moves to do the same to the other - the one right next to the bed - he stops, and realizes it directly faces the hybrids’ barn. 

Though his hands rest on the fabric curtains, he doesn’t move to close them, and just… stares. 

Thinking back to Logan’s milk in the fridge, Janus finally flushes as he realizes how simultaneously innocent and lewd that concept is. To Logan, Janus guesses it’s just a normal bodily function, and Janus supposes his grandfather saw it the same way. But as Janus thinks back to the whimper Logan made, and the way Logan held his chest and hid his face, Janus realizes he finds the situation a lot more sensual than he probably should. 

He shouldn’t sexualize Logan, and truly he tries not to, but his body clearly doesn’t compromise with his mind, and he finds himself tugging at his collar as he kneels on his bed. 

As Janus undoes his pants, and lays back on his mattress - which was the one piece of furniture in this room that was actually put together, thanks to Patton - he rationalizes that a bit of stress relief never hurt anybody. And this had really been a stressful day, filled with change and moving and rather interesting hybrids…

Janus only gets his pants down enough to pull his half-hard cock out, and begins to lazily stroke it while stretching out on his bed. 

He tries not to think about anything in particular - again, this is just supposed to be a quick job to alleviate some of the tension in his body - but again his mind circles back to Logan. And Virgil. 

The way Virgil held Logan felt like more than the way two mere peers would hold each other. He also seemed to know what was going on alongside Logan, and seemed just as flustered as Janus was when Janus learned Logan needs to be milked. So… maybe Virgil also found it more sensual than it was. Maybe it was more sensual than Janus was trying to argue against it being. 

Janus looks towards the night sky through the blinds, and lets out a soft moan as he slowly works his hand up his shaft, and then back down to the base. He squeezes his fingers skillfully over his length, and presses his thumb into the slit of his cock, repeating that process until he begins to draw out beads of pre that he then uses it as lubricant to allow his palm to glide easier. 

Hybrids were much more interesting than normal animals… they were part human. Mostly human, even. At least Janus would have some intelligent company, and wouldn’t lose his mind talking to cows and goats. 

He’d have plenty of time to learn about Logan and Virgil - the rest of his life, honestly, if he decides to stay here like is expected of him. 

They were close to each other. They share a nest. Briefly, Janus wonders what’s behind that door, and what the nest looks like, and ends up squeezing his cock and moaning outright as he wonders if Logan pumps in there. Does Virgil help? Does Virgil watch?

He’d feel perverse if he didn’t feel so good, and lets his head fall back against his pillows as he begins touching himself with more vigor. 

Being alone in a rather expansive room was a lot better compared to his previously small apartment, and knowing he doesn’t really have to conserve his noises when getting off, Janus decides to let himself indulge a little. He feels good, after all, and he should probably keep feeling that way. He’s sure he’d make the animals feel miserable if he felt miserable!

“God,” Janus pants, pressing his knuckles over his mouth and letting his eyes flutter shut as he pumps his cock quickly, pushing pre out of his tip with each raise of his fist, and jerking his hips with each descent. 

Regardless of how much he tried to think of other things, his mind kept circling back around to Logan and his chest. 

He hadn’t noticed how curvy Logan was before, but he was definitely pudgy. Virgil seemed more in shape, which is what Janus would expect of a dog, and Logan was definitely pudgy, which is what Janus would expect of a cow. Did his teats - or, tits - look just as fat and squishy as the rest of his body? Do the pumps leave suction rings? 

Would Logan leak if left for long enough? 

Janus lets out a particularly load groan as he fucks his hips up into his hand. He gives up completely on trying to cast Logan out of his mind for right now and decides to focus fully on him. On him hooking up pumps to his breasts and pumping the milk out, making the same pathetic noise he did when his chest was jostled too roughly. On him sitting with a flushed face as the milk was sucked out of him. On Logan. 

Janus mutters out obscenities, feeling heat build inside of him, until it comes spilling out forcefully, spilling over his hands and jeans like milk would spill on a countertop, and he continues touching himself through his orgasm. 

“Mm,” Janus pants, as his hand moves up and down, slowly considerably as he spreads his mess over his length. He watches his glistening hand slide twice more, before he pulls it away, and collapses against his sheets with a sigh. 

“I guess I at least have a reason to unpack my soap,” he mumbles, as he stares up at his ceiling, wiping his dirty fingers on his pants. But he doesn’t get up to do that immediately, and instead his head falls towards the window, which he gazes out of for a while. Maybe, just maybe, living on the farm wouldn’t be as grueling and miserable as he initially expected. Maybe… he could make something of it. But for now, he really did need to shower. 

[rookscastle]

i wish i was a robot. for normal reasons of course