#If I catch a whiff I am hissing with my back arched and hoping they go away and enjoy their stuff in peace

[youngerfrankenstein]

Sometimes it feels like this blog is being actively hostile to other Transformers fans and know that I don't intend it to be.

It's just *1000 yard stare* if you'd seen some of the things I've seen. My fight or flight response is activated really quickly by certain things. I am putting up a shield.

[evathenovice]

Shelter

I has a story here! A gift for @tyraeltheapprentice​ I hopes you like it! Just some soft interaction between Eva and Tyrael. Aand..y-yeah sooo- *Shoves here and hides*

Just my luck, Tyrael huffed. And it was usually her luck; storms and weird weather happened rather often when she traveled. Not even the thick lush of the forest could hold back the rain drops or icy winds that bombarded her. No, there was no traveling in this kind of weather. “We need to find shelter, and fast.” she groaned to her two familiars, who were unseen if any other were to come across her, but their presence was felts. 

Trudging through the woods with both hands to her hood to keep it in place despite the battle with the wind, through the bramble and the bush that was lessening,  seemed to be a small clearing. Normally the opposite of shelter from a storm, the small cottage that was giving off light and smoke made said clearing much more appealing. The woman lowered her head to push through the storm challenges and made her way to the door, banging on the wooden circle since someone had to be home if there was a fire going. 

“Coming!” A lighthearted voice came from the other side as the sound of metal latches and the creak of the wood followed suit. “Hello, this isn’t the best weather to be out in- wait! Tyrael?” 

“Eva?” Her golden eyes widened as she looked down at the redhead at the door. This was the last person I was expecting to find

“Oh my gosh get in here!” Eva’s small hand reached out to grab Ty’s wrist and bring her into her home, “Get in front of the fire, quickly” the shorter woman kept pulling deeper into the home and right to the fire. “You are soaked to the bone!” “I-Uh, yeah. The storm hit pretty hard,” Ty honestly didn’t know how to handle the other woman’s attention. Not that it wasn't appreciated of course, but it was just not the common treatment she expected from the former apprentice of her mentor. Heck they had only met perhaps a handful of times when Eva would come to the shop looking for Asra or drop off something. 

“Wrap up and then have a seat,” The redhead instructed, gesturing to her blanket and chair by the fire before stepping away to another room.

“Oh uh, thanks” Tyrael mumbled, wrapping the blanket around herself before sitting as she was told to. Looking into the fire as she scooted closer for warmth, a small smile touched her face as the salamander rolling around in the embers looked up at her in a brief pause before continuing its play, “hey there little fella.” Perhaps it was how tired she was, or the focus on the little creature in the firepit, but the traveler didn’t expect the warm fluffy towel that was dropped on her head. “W-what are you doing?” Eva’s hands started working the towel through her hair, gently patting and ringing out the water trapped in the strands, “We need to get you dry, or you could catch a cold” The other woman’s tone gave off the feeling that this was the most natural thing for her to do. 

However it was far from what the blue haired sorceress in training would say was natural. Such kindness, and unabashed care…. A small blush formed on her flustered cheeks as she sunk deeper into the cozy chair, wrapping the blanket tighter around herself. “T-Thank you.” she stammered, eyes going back to the little critter in the fireplace. 

“Not at all!” Eva hummed with a smile, patting and gently floofing Ty’s hair. “Hey Sausage, would you be a dear and go heat up the bathtub? I bet our guest could use a nice hot bath to get the cold out of her bones.” 

“Oh, uh, you don’t need to do that,” The guest tried to say, “I’m okay.” “You sure? I don’t want you to get sick, and your face is a bit flush,” Eva knelt down in front of the chair, gently pressing the back of her hand to Ty’s forehead to check for a fever. 

“I guess...That would be nice” Ty’ felt her face heating up even more at the gentle touch. Normally she would say she could tough it out, but the soft doe eyes staring at her.. It was hard to say no to. 

The salamander with a small gurgle of a noise crawled out of the fire, steam coming off its body as it made its way across the stone floor to the bathroom in the back of the hut to do the task. 

The redhead’s smile grew, “There we go. Now, how about something to drink, I was just stirring up some caramel apple cider. Definitely will warm you up from the inside out.”

“Oh uh,” but before the other woman could ask about what exactly *cider* was, Eva had scurried into the kitchen to get them some mugs, as well as a bowl of hot oatmeal for her guest. Ty arched her neck to look over the chair to try and see what was going on in the kitchen, hearing the shuffling of dishes and the hissing of a teapot. “Everything okay in there?” 

“Huh? Oh yes yes, I was just getting something warm for you to eat too. It’s just oatmeal, but I have honey and stuff I can put in if you want.” "Oh you don't need to add that for me. I like it simple.... Do, uh... Do you want to have some too?" She would have felt a bit odd eating alone in another person’s home. Besides, eating together and talking sounded rather nice. 

“Well I think I could have a little.” Eva chuckled, adding an extra spoon to the bowl before bringing it all out on a tray. “It will still be a bit hot, so careful not to burn your tongue, okay” She winked, pulling one of her bean bag pillow cushions to sit beside Ty. 

“I’ll be sure to be careful,” Ty chuckled softly, a soft hum spilling out with her exhale as she took a deep whiff of the cider, enjoying the mix of slight sweetness and spice, as well as the heat that was spreading into her fingers. 

“I gotta say I am so relieved you found my place,” The redhead said between small sips of her drink, “If I found out you were in my neck of the woods and had been out all night in this storm I would have felt so guilty.” 

“It wouldn’t have been your fault though, you didn't make the storm happen,” Ty raised a brow, a rather amused smile on her face at how… well, coddling and doting on her. It was rather confusing to try and comprehend why the girl was doing these things for her, but also it warmed her heart to see how caring and adamant she was, rambling on about how Ty could have gotten sick or lost and so on and on. “Well I didn’t, I am here so we don’t have to worry about that.”

Both the women chuckled a little and decided to change the topic of conversation, whilst sharing in the oatmeal, which Eva had thought had cooled down enough, but the sudden huffing and fanning of her mouth proved that wrong. “You okay?” Ty asked, sitting up in concern and reaching a hand to touch Eva’s shoulder. Getting a small thumbs up and a half smile, Ty chuckled a bit with a sigh, “And here you are telling me to be careful of my own tongue. Seems you need to be careful too.” “Hehehe, w-well I thought it was cooled enough for a little nibble” Eva giggled, “Now anywho, I was gonna ask, what were you doing out in this crazy weather anyway? You are a bit of a ways away from the shop, needless to say” The question brought a small frown to the taller woman’s face. Well, not so much the question, but the answer to said question. The memory of the argument, one of many, she had gotten into with Asra before storming off, not caring where she went so long as it was away from him. “Hey” Eva put her hand on top of Ty’s, “Sorry, I shouldn’t have pried. We can talk about something else if you want.” “N-no.. no it isn’t that it is just…”She let out a deep exhale, trying to quell some of the frustration that was growing in her again just by remembering the fight. “Asra. Let’s just say Asra…” “Awe geesh, I could have expected that” Eva rolled her eyes, patting Ty’s hand before leaning back in her bean chair, “That man might know a good collection of spells, but the way he talks to people is not as charming as he thinks it is.” “No kidding,” Ty tsked, but a small smile came back to her face knowing she was sharing her grievances with someone who could relate. 

Their talk went on, Ty sharing the details of her most recent argument with her mentor. Which led to Eva’ sharing her own issues she recalled when being an apprentice. Back and forth the women shared, finishing their bowl of oatmeal and going through two or so refills of warm cider as they laughed, groaned and confided in each other. Their latest bit of chuckles interrupted by a little gurgle of a noise.  

“Hm? Oh Sausage,” Eva reached and collected the salamander, who was now a few shades darker than he previously was to signal he was cooled down a bit. “That is right, your bath must be ready. It would have been painfully hot if you had gone in before, but you better take the chance before it gets too cold.” Eva set the little creature on the hot brick that bordered the hearth, “I can get some kind of pillow bed set up by the fire for you. Well, unless you want to share the bed with me. It is downstairs so it is nice and warm.” 

“Oh, no thanks I am sure out here will be fine” Ty shook her head and let the blanket around her fall off her shoulders.  “You sure? I mean I want to make sure you are comfortable” Eva started collecting various pillow seat cushions she had and a few blankets from a chest, “I don’t mind cuddling and Persephatta actually loves the rain so she won’t be coming in tonight, so it won’t be too cramped.” 

With a soft smile, the tanned woman shook her head again, “Maybe next time, but I feel I will be pretty comfy out here. And maybe Sausage can keep me company.” She looked down at the salamander that was already starting to get a little brighter in color from the hot bricks. 

“Well he does make a very good hot water bottle,” Eva chuckled, “Okay then, I will see to a nice makeshift bed. Should be ready by the time you are done. And feel free to use my robe in there, it should fit you as a nice thing to sleep in for the night while we have our clothes taken care of.” With a small nod, Tyrael found her way to the bathroom, which wasn’t very hard considering the small size of the cottage. Dipping her finger in the water to check the temp one more time, she went about adding a few of the bath salts and herbs that were set on a shelf for cleansing and calming purposes. For a while she let herself soak, sinking down till the water was just past her chin as she closed her eyes and let her thoughts drift. What a crazy day it had been indeed, but not without a happy ending. Her thoughts drifted to Eva’s kind words, and how they made each other smile. 

I could get used to such conversations... this feeling.... I hope we can meet up like this again. okay maybe with a little less storm. 

End?

[tulipanthousa]

a moonbeam brushed across my face

Patton does not have a “magical boyfriend” kink.

He just has magic boyfriends. Who are super hot. It’s coincidence.

Pairing: the series is LAMP but this is mostly just moxiety

Word count: 3164

Warnings/tags: Slight exhibition kink, Marking kink, Dom virgil, uh bratty (?) sub/switch (listen I don't really know the specifics of the terminology, I just write Patton How He Is in my head XD), Patton being a lowkey monsterfucker, multiple orgasms. Honestly this is. SO fucking fluffy, I had a harder time keeping a straight face writing the fluff than I did with the smut

Notes: part of my Love and Other Fairytales Verse (most of which is sfw and found on my main ts blog @tulipscomeinallsortsofcolors​) taking place about ehhh a year and some change after the main story.

For the prompt:

Patton's playful, teasing nature VS Virgil's ability to be "patient": fight! (okay but for real though I'd be fascinated to see that dynamic. could Patton push Virgil far enough that he'd give in or would Patton come to him begging before that? I'd /love/ to see Patton tease Virge just far enough to make him snap--in a fun way, of course). (From 🌈🌻 anon)

this is a little Adjacent to the exact prompt, hope thats chill

The title is from Bright by Echosmith

Many thanks to @trivia-goddess​ for beta reading!

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The thing about being the only human in the fairy hills (or for several miles in any direction, for that matter) was that it was lonely a lot of the time.

Not in the sense that Patton was alone – he was actually hardly ever alone, between White and Bell and Virgil.

But sometimes one of them – usually White or Bell, to be honest – would say something that just… flew over his head, an idiom or some kind of cultural reference that Patton didn’t understand, and he’d have to either stop the conversation and ask them to explain or let it pass and risk he was misunderstanding completely.

It was just… lonely.

And then a little awkward, because all Patton really wanted was to go find Virgil, but he wasn’t supposed to wander around by himself, which meant he had to ask Bell or White to take him there.

So that’s what he was doing now, and that meant Belladonna being… well, Belladonna.

Patton reached out to knock on the door to the hall, but Bell leaned around him and threw it open before he could. Virgil was sitting at the heavy wooden table with another gentry Patton only barely recognize as the head of either the Spring or Summer court – it was June, so it could be either. Virgil looked up immediately, frowning, but then his face smoothed out the second he saw Patton in the door.

“I’ve brought the little bird, your highness,” said Bell loudly, “He was moping,”

Patton sputtered, but Virgil’s mouth ticked up at the corners.

“I- well, not really moping,” said Patton weakly.

“I’m sure the mortal can wait,” said the other fae primly.

“I’m sure you can wait,” said Virgil bluntly, “You’re not listening to me anyway, might as well do it somewhere else,”

The fae turned scarlet immediately, and Patton bit the inside of his lip. He wasn’t sure if he was going to chastise Virgil for being rude or laugh, and he figured both were probably not super great ideas.

Bell cheerfully led the Seelie woman out of the hall, chatting about something Patton wasn’t quite listening close enough to catch. The door shut, and Patton was already across the space between them, climbing into Virgil’s lap and tucking his face into his neck with a sigh.

“Bad day?” murmured Virgil, his lips pressed against Patton’s forehead.

“Not bad,” Patton assured him, “Just...”

He trailed off, not sure how to articulate it.

“...Yeah,” he finished lamely.

Virgil smiled. Patton couldn’t help but mirror it, tapping Virgil’s chest lightly.

“Shame on you, laughing at me,” he muttered, giggling a little.

“Not laughing,” Virgil assured him, kissing his cheek. Patton hummed happily.

“Dance with me?” said Virgil gently.

Patton’s shoulders slumped in relief.

“Yes, please,” he said.

Patton didn’t have time to try and get up – Virgil just stood from the chair and lifted Patton with him, setting him lightly on his feet. Giggling, Patton looped his arms around Virgil’s neck and cuddled close, relaxing into Virgil’s chest as he led them into a turn.

The first thing was always the sweet-iced-tea-taste that bloomed on Patton’s tongue, so real he could almost hear the click of the ice. And then it was like he flopped back into a huge, fluffy snowdrift, powdery flecks of cold puffing up in clouds around him. Relaxing the rest of the way, Patton closed his eyes and imagined his breath wisping out of him in little white whiffs.

“Comfy?”

Smiling against Virgil’s chest, Patton nodded, rubbing his cheek on the fabric of Virgil’s hoodie.

Virgil starting humming, a spinning little tune that never seemed to repeat. They drifted around the room, slow and aimless and without Patton ever once having to think about where to put his feet next.

He was outright grinning now, and could feel the same from Virgil, pressed to the top of his head. He nuzzled his face into the hoodie again, and Virgil’s hand drifted from the small of his back to the nape of his neck, trailing his fingers over the skin there.

Patton giggled, squirming.

“Tickles,” he murmured. He felt Virgil’s grin widen, and the fingers scrabbled a little.

Squealing, Patton scrunched up his neck, and Virgil laughed outright, pressing Patton closer and digging one hand lightly into his ribs, the other in the bend of his neck.

Patton shrieked, trying to squirm away, but Virgil just swooped him off his feet and spun faster. Patton couldn’t stop laughing, his head spinning right along with them as Virgil pressed tickly kisses all along the side of his neck.

“Feel better?” said Virgil smugly after a minute or so of this.

Patton giggled, breathless and beaming, pressing his own smattering of kisses all over Virgil’s face.

“Mhm,” he hummed, “So much. Thank you,”

“Good,”

Patton pecked him a few more times, and he felt like he was… sparkling or something, like ice crystals catching the light on a window. Pressing one more firm kiss against Virgil’s lips, he sighed dreamily.

Virgil’s hand moved to grip Patton firmer under his thighs. Their lips softened, and Patton sighed again, quiet and pleased.

“Love you,” he mumbled.

“I love you, too,” said Virgil, the words pressed right up against Patton’s parted lips. Patton leaned in again, kissing the words out of his mouth.

Virgil made low noise, so quiet Patton almost didn’t hear it. Smiling faintly, Patton gave curious little nibble against Virgil’s bottom lip.

Virgil’s fingers tightened even more, and Patton couldn’t help but squirm a little in his grip.

“Are you trying to start something?” said Virgil, voice so low Patton felt it rumble through him where their chests were pressed together.

Patton’s head was still spinning, though it was suddenly a lot more tilt-a-whirl than merry-go-round.

“… What if I am?”

Patton was pressed up against the wall practically before the words were out of his mouth.

“Of course you are,” purred Virgil, his lips brushing Patton’s neck, “Always up to something, aren’t you?”

Patton let out a breathless giggle that flipped halfway through into a low, drawn-out groan when Virgil dragged his teeth down Patton’s throat.

“Someone’s going to hear you,” teased Virgil.

Patton’s reaction – a short strangled keen, his knees and fingernails digging in everywhere he touched Virgil – surprised him as much as it seemed to surprise Virgil.

“Fuck,” hissed Patton.

Virgil’s breath was unsteady on Patton’s throat, his hands so tight on Patton’s thighs there were definitely going to be bruises, the mere thought of which made Patton moan again.

“Is that what you’re after?” growled Virgil, “You want to sing for me, beloved? Want everybody to hear how good I make you feel?”

“Yes, yes, Christmas cookies, Vir-”

Virgil bit sharp on his neck, and Patton arched into it with a pitched groan.

“Again, please, please-”

Pressing Patton’s back flush to the stone, Virgil licked into his mouth, cool and firm as marble against him and seeming totally unfazed by Patton’s nails scratching at his shoulder.

“Please what?” he said, faux-innocent.

Patton huffed, petulant.

“I want you to mark me up,” he whined, “I know you like to, why do you make me beg you for it every time, honey,”

“You sound so pretty, how could I resist?” Virgil teased, “And you love it anyway,”

Huffing again, Patton tossed his head and arched his back, letting out as wanton a moan as he could manage. Virgil’s eyes were dark and electric, and Patton grinned at him.

“Like it a lot more if you did it faster,” he breathed.

Virgil’s answering growl wasn’t anywhere near human, and neither were the teeth on Patton’s neck, too sharp and Virgil’s mouth so cold it burned – Patton’s cock was straining in his jeans, mewling as Virgil started rocking their hips together.

“Shameless minx,” said Virgil, reverent, “So beautiful, fuck, you drive me up the wall-”

“Oh, good idea,” groaned Patton, “Great idea, you fucking me up against the wall, yes, please,”

Virgil shifted his grip, and when Patton felt the hard line of him pressed right up against his own cock he whimpered weakly.

“V-”

Patton cut himself off with a glance at the door, a little irritated. His head was still a little hazy, but no too much for him to miss that might be a bad idea.

“I- I wanna go to our room,” he said.

Virgil didn’t stop grinding against him, but he did slow down. One particularly firm press made Patton’s eyes roll a little, gasping.

“Thought you wanted people to hear?” said Virgil, sounding half-playful and half genuinely curious.

“I thought- I thought I did,” said Patton. Swearing, he lost his train of thought until Virgil backed off a little.

“… But?” said Virgil a touch of anxiety creeping into his voice.

Patton giggled a little breathlessly.

“Your name,” he laughed, “Wanna scream it for you, sweetheart, just for you-”

The room spun, and Patton didn’t have time to get dizzy before his back hit their made bed, Virgil’s weight pressing him into the mattress and his hands pushing up Patton’s shirt to suck wet kisses into his skin.

“Virgil!”

“Perfect,” groaned Virgil, “You’re perfect, love your pretty sounds so much, beloved,”

Patton sat up just enough to wriggle the rest of the way out of his shirt, tossing it who-the-heck-cared-where as Virgil trailed his lips down Patton’s belly, soft and wet and the occasional sharp nick of teeth that made Patton feel like he was gonna burst right out of his skin.

Virgil sucked a particularly harsh kiss into the crease of Patton’s hip, his firm grip keeping Patton still no matter how he squirmed.

“Oh my god, Virgil, if you don’t fuck me I’m gonna lose my mind,” whined Patton.

Virgil was still holding him in that iron grip, but he leaned back, staring up at Patton and grinning wickedly.

“Impatient,” he murmured, “Ask nicely,”

Patton shivered.

“Come on,” said Virgil, kissing Patton’s stomach softly, his eye so focused that Patton felt them like a physical weight.

“Be sweet for me, love, ask me,”

Letting out a shuddering breath, Patton gripped Virgil’s wrist, shifting just to feel the pressure of Virgil’s fingertips digging into his thigh and his ass.

“Please,” he whimpered, “Want you to fuck me so bad, Virgil, please,”

Virgil kissed him like he was trying to memorize the inside of his mouth – Patton had barely even registered that Virgil had moved at all before he was bucking his own hips against him, groaning against his mouth. Virgil’s tongue slipped against his and Patton’s nails scrambled uselessly at his shoulders.

With one more firm, punctuating kiss, Virgil sat up on his elbows to stare down at him.

His face was half in shadow, his eyes glittering black and startling purple – he looked half-reverent and half like he was going to eat Patton alive, which probably shouldn’t be hot but Patton had long ago made peace with his not-so-average turn-ons.

He blinked, and smile had shifted a fraction – softer, and when Virgil gently tucked a lock of hair behind his ear Patton’s heart gave a shaking lurch forward.

“Strip for me?”

Patton nodded eagerly,  which made Virgil giggle a little, so then Patton giggled and when Virgil rolled off of him to fish in the bedside drawer Patton could barely resist the urge to follow him and just make out until their lips went numb.

Patton had barely kicked off his jeans and underwear when Virgil looped one arm around his waist and pulled him into his lap. Not quite expecting, Patton let out a short yelp of surprise and brace himself a little on the headboard just above Virgil’s shoulders.

Virgil had lost his clothes in the interim, which made Patton huff just a little – he would have liked to see the process.

“Now who’s impatient?”

Virgil pinched his ass.

“Oh, am I getting punished?” Patton teased, wiggling in his lap.

“You’re not going to behave at all, are you?” said Virgil, kneading Patton’s hip.

Patton really was going to say something very sexy (or at least, he definitely meant to) but then Virgil’s slick finger pressed against his rim and he just let out a strangled mewl.

Another thing that probably shouldn’t be hot – Virgil’s fingers were almost always cold, except on the (amazing, wonderful, so lovely) occasions when he’d already had them inside Roman for a while before he stretched Patton, which was its own special kind of treat.

But Patton loved it, loved the way he couldn’t possibly ignore Virgil inside of him or that it was Virgil, and when Virgil’s other hand slid up his hip to press against the small of his back Patton went without any resistance, his chest against Virgil’s and his cock trapped between them.

Virgil didn’t so much stretch him as coax Patton open, gentle and maddeningly slow, biting leisurely kisses along Patton’s neck like he had all the time in the world while Patton was starting to feel like he was literally going to combust on the spot.

“Virgil- ah – Virgil, please, baby, I want you to fuck me, I’ll be good, I promise-”

Virgil let out a guttural snarl and pressed so hard on Patton’s prostate he saw spots.

Patton was already close, panting into Virgil’s mouth and so hard he was nearly tearing up.

Sliding his hands to cup Patton’s ass, Virgil finally, finally, pulled Patton up on his knees, and Patton couldn’t even be salty about Virgil’s mouth twitching into a self-satisfied smirk when Patton groaned at the first slow thrust.

“Oh, oh,”

“Look at me,” growled Virgil.

Their foreheads touching, Virgil's hands lifting Patton so easy, and Patton’s fingers tangled in the ink-black strands of his hair – it was all already so much, and when Patton looked through his lashes into Virgil’s half-lidded eyes he was completely gone.

“That’s it,” purred Virgil, “That’s perfect, let go for me. You’re so pretty, taking my cock like you were made for it,”

Patton didn’t look away, didn’t even try to string a sentence together from the spinning kaleidoscope of his thoughts or the wordless noises spilling from his mouth, just let Virgil guide the slow roll of their locked hips while the pressure in his groin built, until Virgil suddenly wrapped a hand around Patton’s cock and ran a firm thumb up the vein along the underside.

Patton wailed, barely registering the sound of random things in the room rattling as he spilled all over Virgil’s hand and both their stomachs. Virgil slowed, but he didn’t quite stop, watching Patton with unwavering intensity.

Patton let out a faint, strangled sob - but when Virgil did stop then, Patton gave a weak roll of his hips that made Virgil hiss something too low to make out.

“Want me to come in you?” Virgil asked, “You wanna come on my cock again, for me to fuck you until you can’t think about anything else?”

Nodding desperately, Patton groaned when Virgil shifted back for a different angle, squeezed Patton’s hips like a vice, and thrust up so hard one of Patton’s hands flew up to brace himself against the headboard.

And now he couldn’t speak or understand what Virgil was saying, couldn’t think about anything but the sunspots of overstimulation and the feeling of Virgil pounding up into him, his chilly hand still stroking Patton’s half-hard cock and the way Virgil was looking at him like he was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

“Love you,” gasped Patton, cutting off whatever he’d been babbling before, “Oh, I love you, I love you so much,”

Hips stuttering, Patton felt Virgil’s breath hitch across his lips.

“I love you, too,” he gasped, fingers starting to dig restlessly, “Fuck, you’re perfect. You’re so beautiful, always coming so pretty for me,”

The pressure was building once more, even as Patton’s cock was barely hard again. He nodded, too far gone to kiss his boyfriend properly but pressing their gasping mouths together anyway.

“Perfect,” Virgil moaned, and god he meant that, didn’t he? Meant it and believed it – Patton’s heart felt too big and his skin felt too tight, like he was gonna shake apart completely in Virgil’s arms until he was just spinning little dots like dust motes in a beam of light.

Virgil’s hips stuttered; he laced his fingers through Patton’s hair, pulled his head back with a sudden yank and bit Patton’s throat, and Patton whited out completely, groaning weakly as he came again with Virgil spilling inside him.

It took a while for him to come out of it, lying on his side and tucked up against Virgil’s chest, the fluffy comforter pulled over both of them. Virgil was pressing feather-soft kisses all over his face, and a couple to his throat that Patton realized were laced with that soothing numbness.

Patton flicked him halfheartedly.

“No lidocaine kisses,” he muttered sleepily, “You know I like them,”

“It’s only a little,” huffed Virgil.

“Hmm, nope,” said Patton with a little pop to the ‘p,’ grinning up at him.

Virgil rolled his eyes, kissing Patton’s lips instead.

Patton prodded gently at his own neck, humming at the fresh sting.

“You got me good,” he purred.

Virgil bit the inside of his cheek, turning a little pink and clearly trying not to laugh.

“I am venomous, you know,” he said dryly, “You could pretend to be nervous,”

Patton whined a little.

“I need at least ten minutes before you start being all… spooky-sexy again,”

Virgil choked on a laugh.

“Before I start being what?”

“Oh, you know exactly what I’m talking about, you faker-”

“Do I? You’ll have to elaborate,” teased Virgil.

Patton whacked his shoulder gently.

“Yes, you do,” he laughed.

“Hmm, maybe,” smiled Virgil, “You and your ‘magical lover’ kink,”

Patton squawked, shoving Virgil away when he started cackling. He grabbed the pillow behind him and started thumping it against Virgil’s chest.

“It! Is! Not! A kink, you goof, you all are magic-”

“Pat! Okay, mercy, mercy, I give-”

“Damn straight you give,” said Patton, but he was pretty sure it didn’t really have the full effect because he was still very much laughing. He flopped down on top of the pillow, still resting on Virgil’s chest.

Virgil laid his hand on Patton’s back, running his fingertips in light circles. Sighing happily, Patton snuggled a little closer, leaning into Virgil’s hand when it trailed up to card through his hair.

“I love you,” said Virgil.

Patton smiled.

“I love you, too,”

Someday, Patton would figure out a way to explain it. That it wasn’t really just that Virgil – or Logan and Roman, for that matter, were powerful, but more that they were powerful and his. Dangerous, yes – but never dangerous to him.

But for now, he just scooted back up to tuck his face into Virgil’s neck, pulling his boyfriend’s arms around him and settling in with a happy sigh.

Virgil started humming, low and never looping, and Patton smiled.

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ko-fi

[porkchop-ao3]

Nearly Caught

I am a huge sucker for smut scenes where they’re almost caught... So I wrote something for Ice Cream Rick and reader! It’s not too long, 1.4k words, but I hope you like it! It feels like a while since I wrote for I.C, I’ve been neglecting him in favour of Tailor lately haha

Anyway, enjoy!

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We were hanging out at my house. Well, my parents’ house. They weren't home, however, having dinner with the next-door neighbours; I'd been invited too, but I'd faked a migraine (karma would get me for that one at some point, probably in the shape of a real one) so I could stay in and invite Rick over. We took any shred of opportunity we could to see each other and have some privacy. It was getting bad, we couldn't afford to keep shelling out for hotel rooms, and his ice cream truck had seen more action than a brothel at this point. But it was easy to forget all of that when we were together, alone. It was easy to forget pretty much anything then.

We were in the kitchen, we were going to cook something together and have a little meal of our own, but we'd got as far as peeling two potatoes before we abandoned that idea in favour of sucking each other’s faces. He'd told me about a dream he'd had the previous night, one where we were living together in his childhood home, but all the furniture was mixed up in different rooms. It was innocent enough, he was only telling me ‘cause he thought it was a strange dream, but I was hung up on him mentioning us living together, so I'd put down my potato peeler and silenced him with a kiss.

He didn't put up a fight, immediately wrapping his arms around my waist, hugging me tightly into his chest. His little beard always tickled my chin and my fingers found their usual place in his wavy hair. I could tell it was freshly washed, it felt soft and I caught a whiff of his shampoo when I came close to him. He hummed softly against my lips, easing me off of him for a moment so he could speak.

“Aren't you hungry?”

“Not for tortilla de, uhh…” I tried, forgetting what he'd called it.

“Tortilla de patatas,” he finished with perfect pronunciation.

“Spanish omelettes,” I shrugged, smirking at him. “I want you.”

“But the potatoes,” his eyes drifted to the side, where they sat waiting on the counter.

“They can wait,” I shrugged.

He immediately kissed me again, seeming to snap up the opportunity. I arched into him, pressing my breasts against his chest firmly and hearing him moan. One of his hands moved down, cupping and fondling my ass; his touch sent my hips forward, and I unconsciously rubbed up against him. He parted away for air, cursing quietly under his breath. When he kissed me again, he pinned me against the counter with his hips, grinding into me. I could feel the beginnings of his arousal, practically wearing a hole in our clothes with his movements. I was flooded with warmth, my pussy tingling and engorging, making me moan.

Rick broke the kiss again and instead pressed our foreheads together so he could hold my  gaze. He grabbed around to find the hem of my skirt, hiking it up and slipping his hand underneath, his fingers finding the seat of my panties where he rubbed me.

“Ohhhh, Rick,” I sighed, my eyes drifting closed. “In the kitchen?” I asked, almost in disbelief.

“Ca-can I fuck you here?” He asked in a breathy, aroused tone, his voice cracking just a little at the end. His fingers reached my clit, rubbing it briskly through my panties. A high pitched whine left me and I was sighing my agreement almost pleadingly.

My hands were shaky as I reached for his fly, unfastening it quickly and sliding my hand inside, bypassing his boxers and wrapping my hand around his cock. I stroked him at a moderate pace, feeling him harden completely in my hand, him moaning, all whiny, in my ear the whole time.

We pleasured each other for a little while, just until Rick put his hand inside my panties, ran his fingers through my folds and felt how wet I was.

“Fuck,” he hissed, withdrawing his hand, leaning back from me and looking me in the eye as he licked his fingers. “I need this,” he said, and I nodded eagerly.

I let go of his cock as he turned me around, flipping my skirt up at the back to expose my backside to him. He hooked his fingers in my panties, tugging them down just enough, they stayed taut around my lower thighs, keeping my legs pretty close together. He had just enough room to slide his cock between them, rubbing the head against my slit. His breath was shaky and loud behind me, but he seemed to hold it as he entered me. I gasped as he filled me, hands gripping the edge of the counter. My eyes went out of focus as I stared out of the window to the backyard. The breath Rick'd been holding came out as a groan, his hands forming a crushing grip around my hips.

He guided me back and forth, bouncing me on his cock like he was in a frenzy. He fucked me fast, right from the get go, and the sheer intensity of the pleasure I felt had me crying out, knees threatening to buckle. My grip on the counter, and Rick's hands, were the only things keeping me upright. His cock felt so incredible inside me, in this position he hit my sweet spot perfectly and I could feel that I was far wetter than I usually was. Maybe being in my parents’ kitchen had something to do with it, who knows? I allowed myself to moan freely, not holding anything back, sighing his name and singing his praises, telling him how good he felt, how I loved him, how I wanted to cum with his cock in me like this, right here in the kitchen.

He liked that.

“Right here, huh?” He panted, leaning close to my ear. I could just about catch his reflection in the window and I watched him. “You're a- a dirty girl, aren't you?”

“For you,” I told him, clenching my pussy around his cock and making him growl in response.

“We're cooking dinner right there, you just love that I'm fucking you here, don't you?” I glanced down at the half peeled potatoes right in front of me and almost laughed.

“I do!”

“So bad. Su-such a dirty girl, you gonna cum for me? Squeeze my cock real tight, huh?” His voice was wavering now, he was close.

“Oh yeah, I'm gonna cum!” I cried, my voice going high pitched and loud.

Rick stopped suddenly, and I whined in disappointment.

“Why did you st-” I started, only to hear the front door slam, confirming what Rick must've thought he heard. He cursed and pulled out of me, the sensation of the thick head of his cock slipping out of me making me whimper.

I could hear my parents’ voices down the hall and the gravity of what was happening hit me, I fumbled for my knickers but Rick beat me to it, pulling them up for me and rearranging my skirt so I was all covered up again. He sidestepped to come next to me as he zipped away his throbbing cock, God knows where he was going to put it.

“Well, that was a total waste of time,” my mother was saying as she wandered into the kitchen. “Sandra's caught a stomach bug, apparently doesn't know which end it's going to come out of. They could've called and told us earlier. Oh, hello Rick.”

Without turning his body, Rick looked over his shoulder to greet my mother. I gave my hands a wash in the sink nearby before carrying on with peeling the potatoes like nothing ever happened. My hands felt like jelly so I had to be very careful not to cut myself.

“H-hi, I'm sorry to hear about your plans,” he said to her, his tone sympathetic but I could hear the edge to it.

“Oh, it's quite alright. We've decided we'll go out to eat, so the evening isn't a total waste. How's your migraine, dear?” She asked me.

“Still hurts, but I'm managing. Rick's teaching me how to make Spanish omelettes. He says having a good meal should help my head.”

“Well, I'll leave you two to it. Your father's just changing his shirt to something a little smarter, then we'll be off.”

I heard her retreat, her footsteps disappearing out of the room. I sighed heavily and dropped the potato peeler again, glancing up at Rick. He didn't say anything, he just held my gaze with an intensity I couldn't look away from. I searched my brain for something to say, but I didn't really need to. I think we both had the exact same thought.

We couldn't keep sneaking around like teenagers for much longer.