#mayyybe this feels like a stretch but it keeps playing in my head

[avaloniaofficial]

[exhausted delirious and choking on my own spit] so the nia worn virgin mary parallels huh

[dr-gloom]

26 and 34 for patton x logan? btw youre super fucking good at writing holy hell

oh my thanks

i get nervous about writing smut cause like

im (aro)ace

anyways

26. “Already? Do I really have that much of an effect on you?”34. “You’ve got quite the mouth on you, don’t ya?”

Send Me An NSFW Prompt

Fandom: Sanders’ Sides

Pairing: Logicality

Tags/Warnings: netflix and chill, nsfw, degradation kink? i think that’s what it’s called, rough sex, aftercare

Patton burst into Logan’s room, bouncing on the balls of his feet and in his cat onesie - two things that could only spell trouble for the logical side. Logan set his pen down and turned in his chair to give Patton his attention.

“Logan Logan Logan Logan!” Patton babbled excitedly, “Wanna Netflix And Chill with me?”

Logan’s mind did a record scratch. What?

Out of the many, ever-changing colloquialisms that Roman and Virgil have been attempting to teach Logan, Netflix And Chill was one of the few he understood without a flashcard. The principle that one invited someone to their house under the guise of watching something on Netflix, but both parties knew the intention was sexual intercourse. Logan knew that.

But did Patton?

Patton tilts his head, confused by Logan’s silence. “LoLo?”

Logan looks up at his boyfriend. “Patton, are you aware what ‘Netflix And Chill’ means?”

Patton smiles, waving a hand dismissively. “Of course I do, silly! It means relaxing in bed and cuddling while you watch Netflix!”

Ah, so he doesn’t.

Logan nods, standing and adjusting his tie. “Very well, I will be there momentarily. Your room, I presume?”

Patton laughs at the (most likely) involuntary rhyme and nods. “Yep! And don’t forget to wear your onesie!” Then he sinks out. 

Logan sighs, undressing and setting his clothes on his bed before digging his unicorn onesie out of his dresser and putting it on. Flipping the hood up with a small smile, he sinks out of his room, rising up in Patton’s. He gives himself a moment to get used to the uncomfortable feeling he always gets in Patton’s room before moving to Patton’s bed, where the aforementioned side is already lounging on a pile of pillows, scrolling through Netflix. 

Logan settles next to Patton, who wraps an arm around him and pulls Logan close until the logical side’s back is pressed into his chest. Logan sighs fondly and relaxes into the pillows, watching Patton scroll aimlessly until he finds a movie he thinks the two of them will like, pressing play and settling in behind Logan.

Five minutes into the movie, Logan had to take off his onesie because Patton’s room seemed to be a little too warm for the heat-trapping garment. Patton said he felt fine, so Logan settled back against him in a plain black tee and plaid boxers. Another five minutes pass and Patton’s hands start wandering along Logan’s chest, his hips, his thighs. Logan shrugs it off; Patton is often quite restless (and is a naturally touchy person), so it doesn’t surprise him when Patton lets his hands wander. 

When one of those hands began rubbing at the inside of Logan’s thigh and the other rested on his lower belly, effectively pushing his ass against Patton’s pelvis, Logan began to wonder if it was intentional. Regardless, he doesn’t mention it. Not even when Patton’s light touches and gentle massaging start to turn him on. 

Logan takes a deep breath, trying to focus on the movie, his cock throbbing between his legs. He didn’t want to ruin this time with Patton, didn’t want to bother him when Patton just wanted to cuddle and watch movies. Patton’s hand on his thigh shifts, brushing over his crotch, and Logan sucks in a breath through his teeth. 

Patton hooks his chin over Logan’s shoulder and peers down at him with a smile. He cups Logan through his boxers and Logan bites his lip to stifle a groan. “Already? Do I really have that much of an effect on you?” Logan opens his mouth to retort when he feels Patton’s own hard cock against his ass and his breath stutters. Patton grins and grinds against Logan’s ass while he rubs him through his boxers. Logan’s toes curl and he bites his lip, squirming. 

“Patton…”

“What is it, baby?”

Patton’s innocent tone makes Logan want to groan in frustration. He rocks his hips into Patton’s hand. “Must you tease?” Patton laughs lightly and hooks a finger into Logan’s boxers, pulling them down just enough to expose his ass, then pressing his cock between his cheeks and grinding roughly, groaning right in Logan’s ear. 

Fuck, when did Patton unzip his onesie?

But Logan has more pressing matters now, because Patton is pressing his hand into Logan’s abdomen, making him bend in just the right way that Patton is grinding right against him, the tip of his cock teasing at his entrance with every thrust of his hips. Logan knows he’s probably making some rather undignified sounds, rocking his hips between Patton’s hand and his cock, his face heated and lips parted. 

Patton kisses up Logan’s neck, nibbling at his jaw. Logan whines low in his throat, canting his hips. “Patton.” He breathes, almost a plea. Patton hums in question right next to his ear, not ceasing his movements or speeding up, going only fast enough to drive him crazy. “Please,” Logan begs, throwing his pride out the window. And because he knows Patton will ask for clarification just to rub it in, “Please fuck me.” 

He almost cries out in relief when Patton pulls back only to replace his cock with his lubed fingers, dragging them over his entrance before pressing the first one in. Patton takes his time stretching Logan, enjoying hearing the whimpers and moans and broken pleas falling from his mouth. When he finally deems Logan stretched enough, he adjusts him so that he’s face-down on the bed, ass in the air. Logan moves to prop himself up on his elbows, but Patton takes his wrists and pins them behind his back, settling behind him. 

Patton takes in the sight of Logan with his head pressed into the pillows, turned to the side so he can breathe, ass sticking up in the air practically begging to be fucked. He lubes up his cock, stroking it a few times and letting out a little moan before pressing into Logan slowly, not stopping until he’s pressed in to the hilt. Logan pants softly below him, taking the pause to get used to the feeling of Patton inside of him. Patton kisses between his shoulder blades before he starts to move. 

He starts out slow, pulling almost all the way out before pressing back in, slowly building a rhythm. When Logan shows no signs of discomfort, only moaning softly in pleasure, Patton starts to speed up until he’s thrusting roughly into Logan, keeping his grip on his arms as he aggressively fucks him. Logan’s moans get progressively louder, trying his best to meet Patton’s thrusts with his limited mobility, crying out on nearly every thrust.

“Fuck, fuck, god, shit, Patton!”

Patton tuts softly, nipping at the skin between his shoulder blades. “You’ve got quite the mouth on you, don’t ya? Do you want the others to hear you saying those dirty words while I’m fucking you? They might want to come in here!” 

Logan groans, tightening around Patton’s cock, making him moan in return. “Oh, you dirty little boy. You want them to hear us, don’t you? Want them to come in here and find you with my cock buried in your ass, screaming for me like the slut you are.” Logan lets out a shaky cry, going tense, getting closer and closer to the edge. 

Patton leans over, the new angle driving him deeper into Logan. Logan turns his face into the pillow to muffle his scream as Patton whispers in his ear, “You going to come, slut? Going to lose it while I fuck you with my cock, without even having to touch your dick? Am I fucking you that good?” Logan chants Patton’s name, his cries being muffled by the pillow. “Come on, baby, come for me. Show me how good I make you feel.” Patton slams his hips into Logan and Logan cries out, coming on the sheets under him. Patton follows a few thrusts later, grinding against Logan as he rides out his orgasm. 

Patton takes a moment to catch his breath before he slowly pulls out of Logan, helping him to lay on his side gently. He summons a damp washcloth, cleaning off Logan and himself before zipping up his onesie and massaging Logan’s arms and legs to help him relax. Logan closes his eyes and hums softly, pulling Patton close once he’s done. Patton waves a hand at the sheets, making them clean before cuddling up to Logan.

This was always his favorite part; Logan got so cuddly after sex. 

“Patton.” Logan’s muffled voice speaks up from his chest. 

“Hm?”

“You knew what Netflix And Chill meant, didn’t you?”

Patton giggles. “Mayyybe.”

Logan’s exasperated sigh only makes him laugh harder.

A/N: whoops okay there you have it. Patton’s a top. I actually really like that idea? or maybe I just like the idea of bossy Logan being a bottom lol

also I’m totally buying into that whole “the sides can manipulate any aspect of the mindscape because i dont wanna take the time to write out the after-sex cleaning” thing